“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place.

Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby.

“You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.”

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For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister.

Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds.

He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web.

In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.”

She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant.

In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years.
Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?


"Yeah, why do you keep asking about this anyway? Just head to the living room, flip on the TV and chill while I handle the cooking."


I remained silent but lingered in the kitchen, watching Grace's every move as she busied herself dicing the vegetables for her Minestrone soup.


My expression grew stormy as I took in her fragile frame. 'That vindictive witch hurt my woman.'


An overwhelming rage clawed at my insides, like countless fire ants tearing at my chest, refusing to release their grip until I settled the score. I knew with absolute certainty that I had to make that bitch Amara pay for what she'd done to Grace.


I couldn't even understand why learning about that woman's cruelty toward Grace had triggered such fury in me. Amara was Grace's sister, and logically, I should welcome Amara's bullying because it would make Grace more vulnerable, easier for me to win over and claim her affection.


Chapter 37 - Chapter 37 Not To Touch Whats Mine