Lia didn't even like him. He wasn't handsome. He was old, controlling, too eager to act like he owned her. But he was rich and more importantly, powerful.
She leaned into his touch, smiling sweetly while her mind ticked like a well-oiled machine.
Let him believe the baby's his. Let him spoil her now.
Once she had enough from him...money, gifts, a solid footing, she would return to Rayan.
Sweet, loyal Rayan, who still thought she loved him. She'd act like nothing happened, wipe his memory with tears and fake promises. And then convince him to return to the Brooks family. After all, she wanted the full picture: love, money, reputation, and control.
Why settle for a man who dreams of building a mansion, she thought smugly, when I can have men who already own dozens?
She smiled at the director, resting her head on his shoulder as he called his secretary to order her a massage, dinner, and anything she desired.
