Escaping The Erotic Billionaire

Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.

Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.

Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.

"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"

Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.

He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.

He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.

When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.

But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.

Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.

It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.

How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?

Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.

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The heavy walnut doors of the master bedroom pushed open without a knock.

Ada sat on the velvet sofa, her hands resting protectively over her eight-month pregnant belly. She looked up from the baby nursery catalog.

Jacklyn stepped into the room. She wore a crimson haute couture gown that screamed for attention, the fabric clinging to her perfectly manicured figure.

Jacklyn walked to the door and with a deliberate click, turned the deadbolt, locking them inside.

"Jacklyn?" Ada frowned, her fingers instinctively tightening against her swollen stomach. "Why didn't you knock?"

The warm, best-friend smile Jacklyn usually wore vanished. Her eyes turned flat and cold. She walked slowly toward the sofa, her heels sinking into the thick carpet, until she stood looming over Ada.

Jacklyn stared down at Ada's stomach.

A sudden, irrational spike of panic hit Ada's chest. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She shifted her weight, trying to sit up straighter.

Jacklyn opened her Hermes Birkin bag. She pulled out a glossy, black-and-white piece of medical paper and threw it onto the glass coffee table.

The paper slid and stopped right in front of Ada.