The CEO's Accidental Heir
Language: en
Three years into treating Julian Vance's teeth, I got pregnant with his child. The problem? He always thought I was a man. To find the woman from "that night," he practically turned New York City upside down. When he came to me with another toothache, I asked casually, "Mr. Vance, if you find her, are you planning to keep her as a sugar baby?" He rinsed his mouth and sneered. "Keep her? I'm going to ruin her." My hand shook so hard I almost dropped the drill. I handed in my resignation the next day and ran for my life. Three months later, I was settling into a small coastal town in…