“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 stood there silently, watching Grace as she smiled at me. The whole thing felt surreal—like I might still be trapped in some dream—so I tested the waters. "Grace?"


"Hm?" She arched an eyebrow before turning back to whatever she was preparing. "You should crawl back to bed, Carlos. I'm sure your head's pounding after how much you knocked back last night. You were spouting all kinds of ridiculous nonsense!"


A spike of panic shot through me. Had I accidentally spilled something about my plan involving her baby? But Grace seemed cheerful this morning, which meant I'd probably managed to keep my mouth shut when it mattered.


Thank God for that. I wasn't ready to lose Grace yet. Call me selfish—everyone else probably would—but I wanted to drag out this fake peace we'd built for as long as possible, just to stay close to her.


Chapter 115 - Chapter 115 I Am Just As Possessive