Running Away With a Billionaire’s Heir

Summary

Five years into my marriage to Ethan Morgan, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive.

He'd bought a private island in my name. He'd asked me to quit my career to rest. He called me his queen.

What he didn't know was that I never stopped designing — under a different name, a secret identity no one knew about. Not even him.

Then his secretary left a review on my designer account, raving about the dress her "billionaire boyfriend" had gifted her.

The island in the photo was mine. The man beside her was my husband.

[He says his wife doesn't satisfy his real needs.]