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.”

and placed it on the table.

“Not anymore.”

Celeste stared.

He continued.

“I’ve been assisting the board’s investigation for the past three weeks.”

Adrian’s expression hardened.

“You knew this was happening?”

The lawyer looked down.

“I knew enough to begin cooperating.”

For the first time since arriving at my farmhouse, Celeste seemed genuinely frightened.

She turned toward me.

“You have no understanding of what could have happened if Adrian learned about the pregnancy during the succession battle.”

I looked her directly in the eye.

“He would have known he had