Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte returned home after seeing Francesca off to find Zachary sipping on his coffee with an open newspaper in his hands.

Flaring up instinctively, she stomped toward him. “Why did you lie to Francesca, Zachary?”

He folded the newspaper and smiled pleasantly at her in response. “You’re home, Wifey. Have some breakfast.”

Charlotte wrenched his ear. “Answer me.”

“I will after you make yourself comfortable.” Zachary coaxed her patiently despite the pain. “Have you seen her ledger?”

“I did.” Charlotte maintained her frosty glare. “Though what she did was over the line, you were the one to have agreed to it with your thumbprint. Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

“I was so ill that I did not even know what I was agreeing to,” he protested indignantly. “All I remember was my thumb being nipped for blood whenever she charged me for something. You can imagine how much I’ve been taken advantage of.”

to have her wolves devour me if

abated momentarily. “That does sound like her. She’s definitely capable of

him, her brow hardened again. “Be that as it may, you owe her

your name, I’m left with only ten million or so by Rodney’s estimate. Her fee alone is exactly

blurted, too angry to speak. “You businessmen are all the

squeeze. “I don’t really intend on

of jewelry which amounts to a billion and a half, give or take. Since she considers herself well compensated for her troubles, I think we’ll call

as his eyes widened with shock. “Why didn’t you tell me

when things began to look bad. As your wife, it is my duty, unpleasant as it is, to take on your debt. Besides, it is to my future sister-in-law you

protested. “They carry sentimental value. I would have just paid her if I knew