My billionaire boyfriend’s mother walked into my Vermont farmhouse, placed a blank check on my kitchen table, and said, “Name your price. Then disappear before Adrian learns that child is his.”

was ready to accept the offer.

“Be reasonable, Elena. Take the check. Buy a larger home. Give the child a proper education. Most women in your position would be grateful.”

“And if I refuse?”

Her attorney finally looked up.

Celeste didn’t hesitate.

“Then people with considerably greater resources than yours will decide how this matter proceeds.”

At that moment, Poppy toddled across the kitchen and wrapped her little arms around my leg.

I looked down at her.

Then back at Celeste.

She watched my daughter without softening.

“Children adjust to