The protective daughter faded, and the ruthless CEO of Payne took the wheel.
A new, terrifying game was beginning in the shadows.
But this time, I wasn’t a pawn waiting to be sacrificed.
Alice Payne was the one moving the pieces.
THE END.
At my divorce hearing, the judge ruled that I would walk away with nothing. My husband wrapped his arm around his mistress, wearing the smug smile of a man who thought he had already won. “Let’s see how you and that baby survive without me,” he sneered. I lowered my head and swallowed the humiliation—until the courtroom doors burst open. A billionaire stepped inside, eyes locked on me. “Without you. My daughter and my grandchild will live like royalty.” In one second, my husband’s smile disappeared.
