“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?


I frowned. This had to be the most ridiculous and senseless excuse I'd ever heard. Not even a child would buy such nonsense.


Yet Amara put on her best innocent act, widening her eyes like a helpless deer while trying to look like some pitiful little kitten, desperately hoping Andrew and I would swallow her lies.


I was ready to call out her pathetic performance, but then I spotted Grace standing behind Amara. Her sharp glare cut right through me, a clear warning not to do anything stupid that might upset Amara.


I swallowed hard. This whole charade made my skin crawl, and I couldn't wait to ship that manipulative witch off to her frozen grave. But I had no choice but to play along, or everything would fall apart.


So I gave a reluctant nod. "I understand. I believe you, Miss Ian."


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