“Three years ago, my biological mother traded me to the Watson family like livestock to pay off a thirty-million-dollar debt. When my sentence was finally up, I signed the divorce papers, only for my stepsister to hand me a spiked glass of champagne. "Bartholomew was always mine," she whispered. Drugged and desperate to escape, I stumbled into a pitch-black penthouse and accidentally slept with my cold-hearted ex-husband. Terrified he would take my baby, I fled to Zurich. I nearly bled to death delivering triplets, only to wake up and be told my youngest daughter didn't survive the night. For six years, I lived with a shattered heart, while tabloids praised Bartholomew and my stepsister for raising a pampered little heiress together. I didn't understand why I had to suffer the agony of losing a child while the two of them lived a perfect, wealthy life with their daughter. I had no idea my best friend had secretly given my critically ill baby to Bartholomew just to keep her alive. Now, I've returned to New York as a top surgeon with my two genius hacker sons. When my five-year-old boys hack into the Watson family's secure archives and realize who that little heiress really is, their eyes turn ice-cold. "Mommy almost died having us, and he's out here playing super-dad." My sons lock onto the billionaire's offshore accounts and hit the enter key. "It's time to bleed the scumbag dry."”