Dead Man's Hand: How I Erased My Billionaire Husband

When the news of my husband’s sudden death arrived, I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just calmly reclaimed his shares in my company and filed the paperwork for his death certificate.

I could do this so coldly because I had lived this life before.

In my past life, my father—terrified that gold diggers and corporate sharks would circle his billionaire heiress daughter—handpicked three boys from a local orphanage, sponsored their elite educations, and raised them to be loyal, protective companions for me.