“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?


No matter how I looked at it, this was terrible news for me. I was the cause of her distress, yet I had no clue what I'd done wrong.


"Everything went according to plan, right?" I asked, like a puppy seeking its owner's praise, desperate for Grace's reassurance. "Did I do well?"


Grace kept ignoring me until she halted before the elevator. She hit the button and stepped inside. I hurried after her, refusing to be abandoned, positioning myself directly beside her in the confined space while sneaking anxious looks her way.


"Gracie..." I tried again, waiting for that approving pat on the head from Grace.


"You did well," Grace answered, though her voice carried bitterness—she didn't sound pleased at all. "Too well, actually."


Grace shot me a sideways glare. "You're too skilled at pretending to be smitten, Mr. Benjamin. I thought you'd let her kiss you if I'd been a second late bursting into your office."


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