Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir

I married billionaire Harrison Sterling to fulfill a dying grandmother's wish, but to him, I was nothing but a scheming leech.

When my grandfather needed emergency surgery, I swallowed my pride and begged my husband for the money.

Instead of helping, he humiliated me in front of his mistress, forced me into his bed, and then threw $250,000 at me as "severance."

"Take the money, sign the divorce papers, and disappear from my life."

I took the blood money, left his mansion without a backward glance, and paid for my grandfather's surgery.

But my brief taste of freedom was shattered by a frantic call from my abusive mother.

My brother, locked in prison because Harrison believed he killed his ex-fiancée, had been brutally beaten.

"If you don't make Harrison save him, I'll go to the press and ruin you both!"

I was trapped between a toxic family and a husband who wanted me ruined.

Harrison hated me to his core. He had no idea that years ago, I was the teenage girl who dove into a freezing riptide to save him from drowning.

With my phone blocked and his security ordered to throw me out on the street, I had no official way to reach him.

So, I stole a caterer's apron, tied my hair back, and sneaked into the heavily guarded Sterling Tower.

This time, I wasn't going to beg.