Play me, Baby

Never get pregnant by a billionaire who's playing you-especially when his double life means your baby is now a dangerous secret.

One poker game. One night in his penthouse. One positive pregnancy test that changes everything.

Jacob doesn't just win at cards. He owns the casino. The hotel. And after tonight-me.

I should have known better than to bet against New York's most dangerous billionaire. Should have walked away when his eyes undressed me across the poker table. Should have said no when he offered to settle my debt in his suite.

But Jacob's hands make me forget I'm just another lonely woman drowning her sorrows in whiskey and bad decisions. Make me forget that men like him collect girls like me-desperate, broke, and stupid enough to believe we're special.

Until I see the wedding ring he forgot to hide.

Now I'm carrying his baby, and the father of my child isn't just married. He's not even Jacob. He's someone much worse. Someone whose real name makes headlines. Someone whose enemies would use me and this baby to destroy him.

He offers me a deal: "Disappear. Take the money. Forget this happened."

But billionaires don't pay women to disappear. They pay them to stay silent while they keep them close. Control them. Own them.

And the way Jacob watches me now-hand possessively over my still-flat stomach-tells me everything:

I'm not his mistake to erase.

I'm his secret to keep.

The baby? That just makes me harder to dispose of.

One night was supposed to mean nothing. Now it means I belong to a man whose real name I don't even know.

And when I find out who he really is?

Running won't be an option anymore.