For five years of our secret marriage, Victoria always believed I was just some down-on-his-luck guy, a gold-digger from a family that had lost everything.But she had no idea. I was Julian Hayes, the sole heir to the Hayes Group, the largest venture capital firm in the world.
When she tricked me into attending a gala for her male best friend, then forced me to kneel and toast my sworn enemy, that was the breaking point.I was so furious, I shattered the champagne flute in my hand:“Victoria Caldwell, you dare make me kneel? Believe me, with one word, I could make your company vanish from the stock market tomorrow!”
A flicker of panic crossed her eyes before she instantly turned, burying her face in my chest. “Oh, darling,” she cooed, “I just needed your help. I’m so sorry you had to deal with this.”Then she personally fed me a detox drink and gently escorted me to a private lounge.But when I woke up, I found myself strapped upside down on a drop tower ride.
Her male best friend pressed a button, and the ride flung me dozens of feet into the air before plunging me straight into the water below.The impact left me dizzy and disoriented. I fought through the haze, forcing my hand to dial an emergency number.
“Alfred, contact every major news outlet worldwide. I want to see them begging on the streets by sundown!”
