My Husband, My Hero, My Baby

private elevator chimed, announcing an unscheduled arrival.

rs opened, and m

s face. And right behind him was a woman I t

any

was

with a fragile, doll-like beauty that she wielded like a weapon. She

fany said, her voice a saccharine drawl. "I

, my love," Brandon murmured,

owned the place. My heart hammered against my

," I said, my voice

ys so dramatic. We' re not here to hurt

was a photo of me and my mother, taken shortly before

ded over to it. She picked it up, he

t it drop. The glass shattered on the marble hearth, a spid

was a petty, cruel act, designed to

e with approval. He turned back to me. "You see, Chloe? Things get broken wh

pered, staring at the brok

ing with false passion. "You' ve chosen some washed-up grunt over me

ed, finding my anger. "Now ge

with a chilling smile. "They work for me now. Just lik

hanging. The phony concern vanish

by a single authorization key. A small, encrypted drive y

into the fortune; he wanted to steal it out

d do this to us, Chloe," she whimpered. "Brandon and I were supposed to be together. We had a

lmost laughed. This woman, who had faked her own death to manip

ed, my voice dangerously ca

r everything I' ve had to put up with." He took another step, cornering me against the large wi

phant smile grace my

. "What do you m

moment I made my choice on the app, the protocol was initiated. The authorization

e choked out. "Tr

I said sweetly

ed like he wanted to strike me again. But it was Tiffany who spoke

s... contingencies. If the chosen heir is incapacitated or unable to fulfill their duties, control reverts. But i

her, not u

th a sick understanding.

forcing me to have a child. Brandon' s child. To

onsters,"

feel the heat coming off him. "And I' m going to get what I' m owed.

my terror. I looked at his face, twisted with greed and obsession,

ught this was love? How c

n, was almost laughable. They weren't powerful masterminds. They w