“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?


Amara's mind wandered into forbidden territory as she sat across from me. In her fantasy, she was crying out in pleasure, praising the size and skill of her imaginary lovers. She envisioned herself with both Andrew and me, switching between us, comparing our attributes with breathless excitement. Her daydream painted vivid scenes of passionate encounters, threesomes, and complete submission to desire.


"Miss Ian? Miss Ian!" I called out sharply.


"Ah, y—yes?!" Amara jolted back to reality, her cheeks flushed and breathing slightly uneven.


I raised an eyebrow, studying her dazed expression. Whatever fantasy had been playing in her head was clearly more entertaining than our conversation. "Please focus on the interview. It's the third time you've failed to answer my question properly."


Amara's lips formed a pout, and I could practically see the frustration radiating from her. She'd been drifting off repeatedly, each time with that same glazed look in her eyes.


Chapter 90 - Chapter 90 The Interview Game