Oops! My Kept Boy Is the Billionaire Heir

furious constellation in the dark. When he finally came back inside, the room wa

ing to break the suffocating silence

father requests your presence in the

The air smelled of old leather, cigar smoke, and crisis. Arthu

rthur said, dispensing

They're putting the brakes on the Hamptons resort p

e alarm. "What? Why? We're

scretion and stability above all else. A public, messy divorce from their primary pa

hing. This wasn't just about family drama anymor

lude both Frank and Camille. "In three days, Matilda Prince, the family matri

ting the impli

ed to convince." Arthur's eyes locked onto them. "The two of you will attend that gala. You will be the imag

e' and felt nothing. It was just ano

rich. He was royalty in the cutthroat world of New York fin

manage a public relations crisis, not to act

or. This isn't just about our family. It's about the value of the company. The shares you hold

ey. It was her ticket to a new li

strand of hair around her finger. The price of

e said finall

h of relief, a rare sm

a rustle of silk and determination. She

ng, my dear. And to ensure you are both properly prepared, and to avoid any.

to Frank, sharp

be staying in

Camille

protest, but one look fr

with him, of breathing the same air all night, was physically

he master suite in a

. The chaise lounge, her smal

emained wa

bed, a vast white deser

. They stood on opposite sides of the room, two s

tie, his movements

, locking the door behind her. She just needed to be