Oops! My Boy Toy Is A Billionaire Heir

Chapter 2

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bble against the world. Soft jazz played from the speake

's mind

boy of the law school, all bright smiles and easy confidence. He ha

weet, fragile April, who always seemed to need p

nore. The way Frank's hand would linger on April's arm a second too long. The sha

now felt like tiny, sharp pieces of g

, distance, a few days away from the pressure in New York. He had not invited his wife. He ha

d her by mistake. Paris. Lake Como. Santorini. A series of beautiful ci

t knight, stepping in to marry her. To "protect" her, he'd said. She knew now he was protecting

mille cut the engine, the sudden silence deafening. A noti

steadying breath.

heels clicked against the concrete, the mask was firmly

as a chaotic swirl of reunions an

s expensive suit. His tie was slightly askew, and the tip

sn't

ked into his side, her hand loop

l Me

nt to look innocent, ethereal. But it couldn't h

f a second. Then it moved on. Her smile didn't waver,

gid. His first, instinctual movement

ng dependence. Then she looked up, her wide, innocent eyes meeting Camille's across th

eft eye seemed to mock Camille, a tin

er heels on the polished floor was the only sound in her world. She moved as if she were a

e was perfectly level, as if sh

his throat. He looked trapped,

's been so long. Please don't misunderstand. Frank was so exhausted, and I only wen

s if the effort of speaking was too much. Her free h

a billboard. A d

ravelers, sensing drama, began

ted public scenes. He lived

ed, his voice low and urgent, an

dazzling smile bloomed on her face. It was the kind of smile she used for mag

y, down April's body. It came to rest, once

fted h

out, as if

eyes. She stumbled back a step, as if Camille were ab

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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.”