His Regret, Her Reign

To escape his torture, I faked my death while pregnant and fled. Four years later, I returned in glory, intending to make him regret everything for the rest of his life. Instead, my cold ex-husband became insanely obsessed with me. Deep in the night, he trapped me in his arms, his thumb brushing against my lips, his voice husky and dangerous: ""Name your price. As long as you stay by my side, half of the Coleman Group is yours."" I smiled sweetly and slapped him across the face. ""Sorry, I’m not short on cash."" I turned to leave, but he yanked me back. Staring at the little boy behind me who looked exactly like him, he gritted his teeth: ""And that child? Is he something you don't need either?"