When a rich aristocrat wins you in a card game for one night, there’s one thing you do not do….
You don’t get pregnant.
But I did.
And now… I’m screwed.
When I ended up in this billionaire’s suite all those years ago, I knew that my life couldn’t get any worse.
It was my husband’s stupidity that put me there. The man literally bet me in a game and lost.
He slowly squandered all of our money and left me with absolutely nothing.
But the encounter that was supposed to destroy my soul… changed my life.
My one-night billionaire made me feel beautiful with all my curves.
And he gave me a child.
A secret baby that he knows nothing about.
Now years later, I keep running into him.
Fate is playing this sick game with me.
It’s making it hard to keep our child from him.
I know that trouble is right around the corner.
So is heartbreak.
And did I mention that I could lose everything I care about?
Including my own kid?
Prologue: Edwina
Five Years Ago
“Make yourself comfortable.”
I stood, rooted to the spot, watching the back of the man who just told me to make myself comfortable as he walked into the suite.
Make myself comfortable indeed.
What the hell was I doing? I must’ve been dreaming. That was the only place that any of this could make sense.
The suite was huge, a lot nicer than the one me and my husband were checked into. The thought made me cringe a little bit. Where was he right now? He had just watched another man escort his wife up to the suite, what was that like? To be honest I was expecting a fight. Maybe a little tissue for my honor? Something. Instead, I got this.
“Can I get you a drink love?” he asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. “All I have is scotch though, sorry. Anything else you want, I can order room service.”
Oh, can you, I thought cynically. Why was he being so… so nice? This didn’t feel like the behavior of a man who would essentially buy another man’s wife off of him. Just 20 minutes ago, we were downstairs together at the casino. My husband was there too with a few other men.
My husband.
I thought it was a joke when he put me up in the card game. I laughed. Everyone around the table laughed. It was a joke. It was ridiculous. Who would think of leveraging their wife in a bet? He was drunk and just pulling other guys’ legs, just getting a laugh out of them, that was what it was supposed to be.
Only it wasn’t. He was dead serious, and here I was. I was this man’s prize. He had won me fair and square in a bet and now…