His Underground Mistress Fled Away
For five years, I was Carlos’s dirty little secret.
In the light of day, I was his executive assistant, handling his legitimate businesses while he treated me with cold, professional detachment.
In the shadows, I was the woman he claimed to love more than life itself, the one who warmed his bed while he whispered promises against my skin.
That was until I found out I was pregnant. I was ready to tell him, to finally ask for a life in the light.
But then, I discovered Carlos had purchased a secluded estate in the suburbs—a fortress meant for a wife.
I followed him there, heart in my throat, only to watch through the window as his hand slid beneath a woman’s silk lingerie, his eyes burning with a raw desire I thought belonged only to me.
"Sophie," he groaned, his voice rough with emotion. "I stayed unmarried all these years for one reason. I was waiting for you to come back to the States. Marry me."
The sounds of their pleasure echoed from the room. The shock was a physical blow; my body revolted, and the stress induced a miscarriage right there in the cold.
When I woke up in the hospital, empty and broken, I made a call I had been avoiding for years. I accepted the arranged marriage my family had set up for me—a political alliance with a rival syndicate.
The next morning,I would vanish from Carlos’s life forever.