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.”

supposedly written by her.”

I felt my stomach drop.

“I never wrote a letter like that.”

Celeste’s expression hardened.

“If you turn this into a public scandal, Adrian, the board will destroy you.”

He glanced toward the helicopter.

A professionally dressed woman was walking toward the farmhouse carrying a sealed legal case.

Adrian looked back at his mother.

“That’s why I asked the board’s attorney to come.”
The woman entered my kitchen and closed the door behind her.

She appeared to be in her fifties, with carefully styled hair and