“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 looked stunned when Nania, our mother's new caretaker, ended the call without attempting to grasp Amara's circumstances.


She hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Now that she couldn't contact our mother anymore, she appeared vulnerable before me.


"Finished giving your report to our mother?"


Amara's head shot up instantly. She gazed at me with terror, clearly lost since she'd been stripped of her sole weapon.


"W—What did you do to Mom?" Amara stammered.


"I placed her in a nursing home," I sneered. "Did you honestly believe I'd let you trample me with that blackmail indefinitely? I'm not some helpless fool, Amara."


"After you coerced me into getting you another credit card, I understood I had to take action to resolve this issue or you'd continue blackmailing me forever," I explained. "So I started arranging a nursing home for her with help from a friend back in our hometown, and I handled everything without your knowledge, so you couldn't create a scene."


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