Her Secret Child Ruined My Prenup
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Before my mother passed away, she locked me into a marriage of convenience. The bride was Victoria Kensington, Wall Street’s most ruthless private equity queen. Before saying "I do," I sat across from her and laid down three ground rules: One: No catching feelings. We are strictly in this for the dividends. Two: We maintain an open arrangement. You live your life, I live mine. Three: If the actual love of your life ever comes knocking, I will quietly step aside—provided my buyout clause is doubled. Victoria was highly satisfied with my pragmatism. That is, until the afternoon a teenage…