A Family for the Billionaire

“You’re holding my son,” the billionaire says sternly, drilling me with an intense look.

I freeze. Fear paralyzes me, and a cold drop of sweat slides down my back:

“All that was between us is in the past now. You have no rights to me and my son. I have a new life,” I answer, hugging my little boy, trying to keep my voice steady—but fear tightens around my heart like a vise.

“You’re mistaken. Once you signed a contract that gave me parental rights—and now I finally get my due right back. Get in the car,”