Reborn With His Baby: The Billionaire Will Beg This Time

The last time, I was weak.

I let his mother beat me. I let my stepsister steal my paintings and sign her name on them. I let the man I loved lock me in a back bedroom for six years, because I thought if I suffered quietly enough, my son would be safe.

He wasn't.

My little boy drowned in a garden pond at six years old, and the father he was too scared to call Daddy gave his eyes away before he was cold.

I died on a cliff on Christmas Eve.

And I woke up on the day I found out I was pregnant with him.

This time, I don't beg.

I smile. I lie. I tell Dominic Pierce I love him while I take apart everyone he ever protected, one by one.

His fiancée's perfect image, gone live in front of a hundred cameras.

His mother's abortion pills, hidden under my tongue and spat down the drain.

The father who sold me, crawling back to beg.

Dominic thinks I'm his prisoner.

He has no idea he's already the one wearing the collar.