“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?


"Twenty thousand dollars?!" My jaw practically hit the floor when Carlos casually dropped that figure. "You actually wired twenty grand to that witch last night?!"


"H—Hey, take it easy," Carlos raised his hands, clearly trying to defuse the situation before I completely lost it. He obviously didn't want us fighting, especially during what was supposed to be our date. "She rang me up last night, demanding I come to her room for, well—you know what. I refused to give her what she wanted, so I bought her silence with cash instead."


"So your solution was twenty thousand dollars?"


"Pretty much, yeah," Carlos confessed. "And hey, it worked. At least now we can enjoy our date in peace, right?"


Honestly, I couldn't really fault Carlos here. He had to be going crazy with me holding back his reward while dealing with Amara's manipulative bullshit.


Chapter 157 - Chapter 157 A Fantasy Of His Own