Mag-log in"If I can cheat, so can you. It’s an open marriage, babe. Get used to it." Those were the words my husband spat at me after I caught him with his third assistant this year. So, I took his advice. He thought he could break me. After ten years of his "open marriage" demands and revolving door of mistresses, I decided to play his game. So, I bought a man. A cold, nameless call boy to help me settle the score. I left $5,000 on the nightstand and slipped away before dawn, finally feeling even. Until I missed my period. Two hours after that, my husband dragged me to his firm's annual gala to meet the new CEO; the man who holds my husband's entire career in his hands. My heart stopped. Standing there in a $10,000 suit, looking like a lethal god, was my "call boy." Julian Vane isn't a sex worker. He’s the most powerful man in the state, my husband’s biggest rival, and... he’s the father of my baby.
view moreElena’s POVThe gates of Lady Catherine’s estate opened slowly and Chloe drove the car through, and I felt a tiny bit of air return to my lungs. The driveway was lined with tall, thick trees that blocked the view from the road. No cameras could see us here. No one would be able to shout at us from across a fence.As soon as the car stopped in front of the massive white porch, guards moved toward us. They weren't like the ones at Julian’s house; these men were older and wore quiet suits, but they looked even more dangerous."Open the door, please," one said politely.I stepped out, my legs feeling like jelly. Leo was still sobbing, his face buried in my chest. His little hands were clutching my shirt so hard I thought he might rip the fabric."It’s okay, Leo. We’re safe. We’re at Grandma’s house," I whispered, but my own voice was shaking.Lady Catherine was already standing at the top of the stairs. She rushed down the steps, her silk dress rustling."Bring them inside! Quickly!" she
Julian’s POV I slammed my phone down on my desk so hard the glass screen protector cracked. The sound of Leo’s screaming was still echoing in my ears. He was terrified. My son was terrified, and I was sitting in a glass office twenty miles away. I walked out of my office and into the main floor where my staff worked. There were over fifty people in the room, and the silence was heavy. Everyone was staring at me. "Nobody leaves!" I roared. My voice bounced off the walls. "I want every IT specialist in this building on the phone with that social media company. I want Mark Montgomery’s account taken down for harassment and child endangerment. Now!" "Sir, we've tried," one of the tech leads said, his voice shaking. "They say they need a court order to take down a personal story unless it violates—" "I don't care what they say!" I stepped toward him, and he jumped back. "Tell them I will sue their entire board of directors. Tell them I am moving all my advertising contracts to their c
Julian’s POVThe morning had started well. I was in my office, feeling a strange sense of energy. Having Leo and Elena in my house changed everything. The air felt different. Stefan was sitting on the edge of my desk, tossing a stress ball into the air. "Look at you," Stefan teased. "The Great Julian Vane, smiling at his coffee. You’ve turned into a real family man, haven't you? Next thing I know, you’ll be wearing a sweater vest and hosting backyard barbecues." "Shut up, Stefan," I said, though I couldn't hide the small smile. "I'm just happy they're safe." "Sure, sure," Stefan said. "But let's talk business. The merger with the tech firm in Singapore is almost ready. We just need your final signature." We talked for a while about the numbers. It was normal. It was easy. Then, my personal phone buzzed. It was my mother. "Julian," she said when I picked up. "I’m at the mall. I’ve bought way too many things for Leo. I have a toy train set that takes up half my trunk. I wan
Mark’s POVThe room was small and dark. It was a cheap hotel on the edge of the city, but today, it looked like a movie set. Adrian had spent the last three hours barking orders at people I didn't know. There was a woman with a big bag of makeup. There was a young man with a professional ring light and a camera. There was even a girl sitting in the corner with a laptop, typing away at a script."Stop moving, Mark," the makeup woman said. She was dabbing a grey powder under my eyes. "Why are you making me look like a ghost?" I asked, looking in the small mirror. "I look like I haven't slept in a month.""That’s the point, you idiot," Adrian said from the doorway. He was drinking a coffee and looking at his watch. "Nobody sympathizes with a man who looks healthy and successful. We need you to look broken. We need you to look like a man who has cried every night for five years. We need The Victim look."The makeup artist added some red tint to the corners of my eyes to make them look b
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