His Heir, Her Escape

I was the woman who pulled my husband, tech billionaire Brayden Quinn, out of the gutter. Our story was a modern fairy tale everyone knew.

Then I discovered I was pregnant. But the baby wasn't mine. It was an embryo created by him and my worst enemy, implanted in me without my consent. I was just a surrogate for their heir.

When my mother was dying, he refused to help, letting her perish from medical neglect because he was too busy with his mistress.

When I tried to leave, he had my lawyer disbarred and locked me in our mansion, a prisoner in a gilded cage. He held me against a wall and told me I was his property forever.

After he subjected me to a terrifying medical procedure just to remind me of who was in control, I knew the man I had saved was a monster.

He hadn't just betrayed me; he had murdered my mother and stolen my body.

So I made a deal with his greatest rival. I sold my controlling stake in his company for five hundred million dollars and a plan to disappear. On the deck of the superyacht he named after me, I faked a miscarriage, set off an explosion, and threw myself into the sea.

Brayden Quinn would believe I was dead. He would believe he had driven his wife and his precious heir to suicide.

Let him live with that.