LOGINThis is the second book of The Billionaire’s Wife and the Mistress (Book 1) IMOGEN WARREN She caught her fiancé cheating. Luckily, she wasn’t stupid — she had signed a contract: whoever cheats first loses everything. Now her ex is bankrupt and furious, spreading nasty rumors. Rumors that say Imogen is cold. Frigid. A woman who doesn’t know how to satisfy a man. Fine. If they want to humiliate her? She’ll find a man to prove them wrong. But the stranger she chooses… feels dangerously familiar. Handsome. Dangerous. Cold. Why does she feel like she’s met him before? And why can’t she remember? ADAM WILSON Once a bastard who cheated on his sweet, patient wife — Maya. Karma came for him in many ways. The worst? Erectile dysfunction. A punishment he accepted without complaint. “She’s dead. My dysfunction is a blessing. I’ll raise my twins alone and focus on work.” But what happens when he meets Imogen? A woman with Maya’s face… A woman who makes his so-called dysfunction instantly disappear?
View More“And you smell funny,” Freya added.“Funny?” Adam echoed, easing down onto the bed beside her.“Not like your usual smell. Like… flowers. But not our wipes. Different.”Adam laughed, helpless. “You sound like a wife interrogating her husband.”His chest tightened. ‘I hope no one ever breaks your heart, Freya. Not like… not like your father once did to someone very precious.’She frowned, but leaned into him anyway. “Read me the story.”He did. His voice softer than usual. His hand stroking her hair as her lids finally grew too heavy to fight.He stayed until both twins breathed evenly, curled beneath their blankets. His heart ached with love. And guilt. When he finally rose, slipping from their room with practiced care, he paused at the door.What are you doing, Adam?But he knew.He returned to Imogen’s suite.Only… it was empty.No sign of her. Only a note on the nightstand, penned in graceful, elegant script.Sorry. I had to return to London. My grandmother’s unwell. Call me. Her
The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the heavy, uneven breaths they shared. Adam’s heart was still pounding against his ribs, his body flushed with heat that had nothing to do with temperature.And then… his phone vibrated again.The screen lit up with a familiar name.Paul & Freya.Adam closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling through clenched teeth. Of course. Of course, his children would call now.He answered, keeping his voice steady. “Paul? Freya?”“Dad, where are you? You said you’d come back soon,” Paul’s soft voice came first, half-asleep but still holding onto his promise like the serious little boy he was.“We’re waiting,” Freya added, sounding more annoyed than tired. “Annie says you’re busy, but we can’t sleep. You always read us a story.”Adam’s gaze dropped to the woman currently sitting on his lap. His shirt was still half open. Her dress slipping in a way that left little to the imagination. Her body pressed snug against his, warm, tem
Maya…? What cruel joke was this?Adam Wilson stared at the woman in his arms. Her face. That face. The same face that haunted his nightmares, his regrets, his shame for the past five years.Yet this wasn’t Maya. This woman wasn’t looking at him like she used to — with patience, with quiet devotion. No, Imogen looked at him like she wanted to ruin him.Her name wasn’t Maya. It was Imogen.And Maya… Maya would never beg. Never tease. Never seduce. That role used to belong to Sabrina.For a fleeting second, Adam’s mind betrayed him. Sabrina. The woman who walked like sin, every curve screaming sex, every step daring men to lose control. Men hardened at the sight of her, without her needing to even glance their way.But Imogen… she was different.She didn’t need to speak. The way her breath hitched when her chest pressed against his… The way her lips parted, soft and wanting… The way her thighs shifted beneath the silk of her dress, rubbing together in silent frustration…Innocence?
Imogen’s bold offer stunned him. How long had it been since he last touched a woman? Five years? Ever since his divorce… it felt like a lifetime.And now, temptation stood right in front of him.Imogen’s body wasn’t the kind a man could easily ignore. Slim waist, soft curves in all the right places, her strapless dress revealing the perfect swell of her breasts — just enough to torment a man’s imagination. Her skin glowed like porcelain kissed by candlelight, and her lips… God, her lips. Sweet. Pink. And her ass? Just made for sin.Any other man would’ve caved in an instant.But karma had cursed him tonight.Even faced with a woman this beautiful, this willing… Adam could only grit his teeth and remind himself: he couldn’t. Not with his problem.For the first time that night, the man seemed genuinely unsettled. “I… I’m flattered.” He shifted slightly, almost awkward in his honesty. “But I’m not the right man. I… have certain… issues.” His throat bobbed in a nervous swallow, his finger












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