My husband beat me with a heavy leather belt just to impress his arrogant mistress. Covered in bruises, I pulled out my phone to call my dad. My husband snatched it, put it on speaker, and
Julian froze, staring at the phone as if it had turned into a venomous snake. The blood violently drained from his face. Richard Sterling? The legendary billionaire he worshipped on CNBC every morning? “This… this is a joke,” Julian stammered, his arrogant swagger evaporating instantly. Chloe dropped her hand from her perfectly flat stomach, her…