My Secret Husband And His Forbidden Little Cousin
Language: en
Five years. Five years of marriage, and I’d never spent the holidays back in Brett’s hometown. My career, building The Pinnacle Group into what it is today, always seemed to demand it. Out of guilt—a deep, persistent ache that whispered I was a bad wife—this year, I’d booked a twenty-thousand-dollar luxury tour for his parents, Robert and Martha Donovan, so they could have a festive season without me. I'd instructed Brett to take them. But on Christmas Eve, Robert and Martha suddenly walked into my penthouse office. “Caroline Wells,” Robert started, his voice a low growl that carried the…