Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Walter ended the call, a storm brewing in his chest. He paced the room with a gloomy expression and smoked one cigarette after another until the last one was crushed in the ashtray.

He grabbed his coat and stormed out of the bedroom, not without delivering a swift kick to the coffee table that sent it toppling over.

Feeling the extremely low pressure, wherever he walked felt like a hurricane had passed through.

Aria, oblivious to the brewing tempest, chased after him. "You just got back, and it's the holidays! Where are you off to now? Why not stay and spend some time with me?"

Walter said nothing as he marched out with a scowl on his face.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Caden Scott, his close friend.

"Missed the show on your yacht last night. I heard Evangeline gave you the boot and wants a divorce?"

"News travels fast. I'm hanging up," said Walter.

"Wait, don't hang up. So it's over? Who would've thought Evangeline had it in her to be so tough? The whole social circle is buzzing about you being dumped! And get this-last night, a rich lady offered big bucks for a baby daddy, someone to outdo a Walter. That rich lady is none other than Evie-Baby. Word is, she's already got a candidate cozying up in the Ocean Crest Hotel's presidential suite. You..."

The message was loud and clear: Walter was being publicly cuckolded.

"A bounty for a baby?!" At that, Walter's frown cut deep, his heart pounding like a drum.

"Yep. Don't believe me? I'll forward you the advertisement. There's a line of guys queuing up for the chance!"

Walter warned through clenched teeth, "Call her Evie-Baby one more time, and I'll toss you to the sharks in the sea!"

He ended the call with a frown.

As expected, Caden sent the job posting over without a fuss.

1.9 meters, with a chiseled eight-pack, a sharp jawline, a straight nose, dark

in Avalon City even

his pocket, his face stormy as he jumped into his car and tore off toward the hotel like a predator on the

...

towering hunk with a mix of bloodlines. Blond and blue-eyed, he was shirtless, a towel slung low on his

his muscular back. "Handsome... You're way more appealing than my good-for-nothing

perks. She could have

foolish before. She had everything-spoiled, willful, and adored. All

I'm glad you like it,"

and I'll give you anything you

gorgeous, and you smell

door burst open with

deadly intent

bodyguards burst in, and the mixed-race dude who had been on Evangeline was suddenly sprawled on

exploded in rage, cursing loudly,

her face turning pale. She

She glanced up and saw him at the door, commanding the room

the wall, and let out a mocking chuckle. "Walter? What are

dark eyes casting an intimidating aura, like

a sharp black suit and a structured cashmere coat, his legs encased in perfectly tailored pants, he cut a striking figure against the backlight. His expression was icy, his lips a tight line. The room's

lingering on her red lips before a calculated smile played on his own. He walked into

part of the Gordon Group

big boss, the hotel's top brass had all

echoed ominously as he approached the mixed-race guy, the bodyguard forcing him to look up. Walter stood imposingly at

the hell are you to care?!"

bodyguard's hand cracked across Alex's face, instantly causing his sharp features