My Secret Escort Is My Stepson
Language: en
Richard’s phantom of a son, who had supposedly been wasting away in a European sanatorium for years, returned to the States abruptly. Today was the day he was set to take over the Whitmore family empire. I arrived at the corporate headquarters just in time to witness him kick three embezzling board members off the edge of the penthouse roof terrace, sending them plummeting into the glass-bottomed pool a story below. Richard, my elderly husband, stood by, clutching his chest and gasping for air in pure outrage. Terrified, I immediately ducked my head, trying to shrink into my designer…