Oops! My Kept Boy Is the Billionaire Heir

bble against the world. Soft jazz played from the speake

's mind

boy of the law school, all bright smiles and easy confidence. He ha

weet, fragile April, who always seemed to need p

nore. The way Frank's hand would linger on April's arm a second too long. The sha

now felt like tiny, sharp pieces of g

, distance, a few days away from the pressure in New York. He had not invited his wife. He ha

her by mistake. Paris. Lake Como. Santorini. A trail of beautiful cities,

t knight, stepping in to marry her. To "protect" her, he'd said. She knew now he was protecting

mille cut the engine, the sudden silence deafening. A noti

steadying breath.

heels clicked against the concrete, the mask was firmly

as a chaotic swirl of reunions an

s expensive suit. His tie was slightly askew, and the tip

sn't

close beside him, one hand re

l Me

innocent, ethereal. But even the flowing fabric couldn't co

half a second. Then it moved on. Her smile didn't waver

gid. His first, instinctual movement

ng dependence. Then she looked up, her wide, innocent eyes meeting Camille's across th

eft eye seemed to mock Camille, a tin

eels on the polished floor was the only sound in her world. She moved as if she were approachi

e was perfectly level, as if sh

his throat. He looked trapped,

's been so long. Please don't misunderstand. Frank was so exhausted, and I only wen

s if the effort of speaking was too much. Her free h

a billboard. A d

ravelers, sensing drama, began

ted public scenes. He lived

ed, his voice low and urgent, an

dazzling smile bloomed on her face. It was the kind of smile she used for mag

wly and deliberately, to the han

fted h

open palm, her movement

eyes. She stumbled back a step, as if Camille were ab