PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE
"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.