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Oops! My Boy Toy Is A Billionaire Heir

Author: Liz Nozick

Chapter 1

Word Count: 899 | Released on: Today at 11:01

d of her paid lover before her cheating

pril Mercado, the woman who had once been Camille's closest fr

Handsome. Passionate. If Frank wanted to make a fool of her, then she wo

retaliation with a perfect body and a

three years, but now, it was t

the polished surf

ures. A c

etched thin across the café window by the fading gold of the day. Her fingers, of their own acc

k Walters's flight would land

door chimed, a delicate

Upper East Side clientele. But the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders, a

eyes found h

opposite her, the force of his prese

ered against the wood. Her movements were fluid, practic

s is the l

m. A placid lake

a beat, then slowly lifted back to her face. The warmth

forward, planting his hands flat on the tabl

is voice was a low rumble, laced with a

n cool against her fingertips. She took a smal

othing to d

eyes. He slammed his hand down, covering the check. The

s more menacing than a shout. "You thi

under his palm, a f

agreement was clear from the beginnin

the perfect makeup, the carefully

f I sa

ears turned a

lain against saucer was sharp, decisive. It cu

e look down o

sound on the floor. She was alr

g and tucked them under her cup. For t

eclipsing the light from the wi

ist. His grip was like iron. A flare of p

s, Camille," he said, each

ed from the old scar tissue on her left shoulder bl

odb

turned and walked away

onless, his gray eyes boring in

ustling sidewalk. The city noise was a relief, washing

l against her skin. She locked the doors. A breath she hadn

picked up the check. Slowly, deliberately, he ripped it into small, prec

hed a stray piece of hair, her expression settlin

the chapter titled 'Cody' was alrea

into the river of traffic,

Chapter End

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Oops! My Boy Toy Is A Billionaire Heir

Liz Nozick Romance

“Three years ago, Camille Garner caught her husband, Frank Walters, in bed with her best friend. So she did the only thing a humiliated heiress could do. She found herself a beautiful young lover, paid his bills, kept him close, and made sure Frank was no longer the only one allowed to betray their marriage. Cody was supposed to be nothing more than her revenge. Handsome. Obedient. Disposable. Until Frank came back from Europe with April Mercado on his arm. April, Camille's fragile former best friend. April, Frank's mistress. April, now pregnant with his child. In the middle of JFK, Frank expected Camille to cry, beg, or quietly swallow the shame like a proper wife. Instead, Camille smiled, looked at his pregnant mistress, and asked for a divorce. Frank thought he could crush her. He threatened to leave her with nothing. But the ruthless Walters family did not protect their cheating son. To save their stock price and their reputation, they forced Frank to keep Camille by his side until one final billionaire gala was over. Camille agreed. One last performance as the perfect wife. One last night in a backless white gown, with her old bullet scar exposed and every powerful family in New York watching. Then the music stopped. The most untouchable man in the room, Kellen Prince, appeared before her. The heir every billionaire feared. The man holding the Walters family's future in his hands. And the man Camille had known for three years as Cody. Her paid lover. Her pretty little secret. Her boy toy. Now he was staring at her like she had always belonged to him. Frank finally realized he had not just lost his wife. He had handed her straight to a man powerful enough to destroy him.”