Oops! My Boy Toy Is A Billionaire Heir

Chapter 6

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as pathetic as

ay in a town car. He mumbled something about being sorry, his eyes fixed on

It was a transaction, nothing mo

terclass in psyc

stage. Frank was seated at the far end, next to his father, like a naughty chi

low, deliberate

t cuts of roast beef, asking about her day, her plans, her

was about this incredibly stupid man," she announced to the room, "who had a perfect life a

gainst his plate. His face wa

ssion about a new corporate liability law, treating h

pletely, utte

ife and fork onto his plate. The clatt

d shaking with fury. "This is a joke. You're

. "If you perceive this as humiliation, Frank, it suggests

ce went from red to purple. His rage, having found no purchase with his fa

his eyes wild. "To watch my own family turn on me. To se

th her linen napkin. She placed it bes

with a look of profound, soul-crushing indifference. "I never wanted to see you p

s, your humiliation... it all means nothing to me. I am s

per than anger. It was the sound of a door closing forever. He had expected a fi

ed his face, quickly swallowed

, the legs screeching ag

st my ap

ck rigid with the agony of a man who has

. "Well, that's a waste of a

roubled sound. "I apologiz

ook another bite of beef. It tasted like cardboard. This victory, if t

The air was thick with memories, all of them now tainted. He was on th

gnore

and her perfume mingling in the enclosed space. It made her stomach clench

nd, without a word, tossed them on

e. This was her bed now. He

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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.”