Oops! My Boy Toy Is A Billionaire Heir

Chapter 8

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a thick, conservative silk robe, Frank was already in bed. He lay on the far

l, crisp sheets, creating a chasm of empty space between them. The si

the balcony, his voice a low, placating murmur. Camille could still catch

ng headphones and turned up

hone vibrated on the nigh

wered, a sense of foreb

n right ba

miliar. And furi

ed through the phone, so potent

ack to the balcony. "How did you get this number?" she w

d you're going to the Prince gala. Pl

n made late last night, in a closed room. How could he possibly know

r business," she sai

omething low and dangerous. "I'm not Frank, Camille. I don't

e violation. The audacity. She ended the call and

e with Frank. He had finished his call and was standing in the doorw

he demanded. "Yo

verheard her side

e. And a wicked, impulsive idea sparked in

lips. Her amber eyes, which had been cold wi

he said, her voice a silken purr. "He's a little jealous. Can'

, rising an octave. He stared at h

nd April. A reaction to his betrayal. It had never once occ

ediately name surged through him. I

end?" he stammered, his nicotine-

the first time in years she'd seen

"Oh, sometime while you and April were touring

ving him standing alone in the middle of the room. His face was a thunderous mask of

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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.”