From Abandoned Wife To Powerful Heiress
te Jenn
e' s grim-faced driver. I stared out at the glittering lights of New York, but saw nothing. My mind was a chaotic storm of betraya
e city skyline a dramatic backdrop to his distress. He had shed his jacket and ti
ed in, his eyes search
oor-to-ceiling windows and stared down at t
oice he used to close billion-dollar deals and charm skeptical investor
ice flat. "Don' t you dare talk
ottie! It' s everythi
holding you up when you were ready to quit. I was the one who believed in you when your own family called yo
ward me. "Harper is... she' s fragile. She has no one
carrying your child? Or does our baby not matter a
avy and poisonous. He flinche
before me, taking my hands in his. His touch felt alien, wrong. I didn' t pull away, my bod
the man I loved kneeling at my feet, an
finalized, everything will go back to normal. We' ll expose the truth, I promise. I' ll tell the world that you ar
son in secret, only to "adopt" him later, all to protect his public image and his company' s stock price.
ed, pulling my hands from his
other is already on board. Your parents, too. They all agree th
en me as an accessory to her son' s success. And my adoptive parents, the Jennings, who had taken me in as a child but never truly loved me, were soc
bling. "You discussed the fate of my chi
nage the cris
y voice cracked on the last word. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, a
rustration boiling over. "I am protecting hi
down my face. "He needs a father who will acknowledge him! A f
finally breaking. He looked cornered, desper
en he was trying to distance himself, to turn
" I said, the word
olutely not. A divorce right now is out o
your disaster, Gabe. Y
n painful. "You are not divorcing me. You are not leaving this apartme
in my own home. His home. He had the money,
ve sound that made us both jump. Ga
n overnight bag at her feet. Behind her stood Gabe' s mother, Eleanor, her face a mask of c
rrived. And the
ord to him, her icy gaze landing on
y hands. It was a business transaction