My billionaire boyfriend’s mother entered my little Vermont farmhouse, placed a blank check on my kitchen table, and said, “Write down whatever amount you want. Then disappear before Adrian discovers that little girl is his daughter.”
She believed the letter I’d sent her son while I was pregnant had been destroyed.
What she didn’t realize was that I’d kept proof of everything.
And when a helicopter landed behind my farmhouse that afternoon, her carefully protected secret began falling apart.
For almost two years, I’d been the subject of endless gossip
