The Price Of Saving My Ruthless Husband
Language: en
Back when I was with Silas Mercer—the titan of the New York legal world—my friends used to call me the most successful grifter on the East Coast. I never denied it. Silas had the kind of face that made people question the existence of a fair God. He stood six-two, with the kind of lean, cut physique that suggested a man who spent his few free hours punishing a heavy bag. More importantly, his hourly rate for a single white-collar defense case could support my entire family for three generations. Faced with a specimen like that, I didn't hold back. I treated his limitless Centurion Card…