“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place.

Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby.

“You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.”

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For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister.

Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds.

He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web.

In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.”

She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant.

In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years.
Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?


"But I need to shower right now," I protested. Looking down, heat flooded my cheeks once more, "Y—You understand, it feels uncomfortable down there. Everything's sticky."


Carlos's gaze dropped, clearly recalling how he'd released everything inside me. His ears turned crimson instantly, and he gently let go of my hand, "Then I'll wait while you bathe first, and we can have dinner together afterward."


"The food won't taste as good if you wait."


"That doesn't matter. I already know it'll be delicious because you prepared it for me," Carlos replied. "I don't want to eat by myself, so I'll wait for you."


I sensed Carlos's words held deeper implications, but I wasn't in the headspace to analyze them, especially when I urgently needed to get clean.


I headed to the bathroom and took a steaming shower to wash away all the lingering perspiration. Cleaning myself thoroughly took considerable time, and afterward, I used Carlos's fresh towel to dry off.


Chapter 82 - Chapter 82 Dressed In His Scent