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.

was demanding: Tall, standing at least 1.9 meters, with a chiseled eight-pack, a sharp jawline, a straight nose, dark hair, smart, and skilled in bed.

in Avalon City even

pocket, his face stormy as he jumped into his

...

in the Ocean Crest Hotel's presidential suite, Evangeline was pressed against the wall by a towering hunk with a mix of bloodlines. Blond and blue-eyed, he was shirtless, a towel slung low on

over his muscular back. "Handsome... You're

rich had its perks. She could have her

everything-spoiled, willful, and adored.

glad you like it," he

and I'll give you anything

gorgeous, and

in for a kiss when suddenly, the door burst open

of deadly

mixed-race dude who had been on Evangeline was

in rage, cursing loudly, "Get off

her face turning pale. She hastily pulled her shawl around her to

looking to play the hero? She glanced up and saw him at

chuckle. "Walter? What are you doing here?! Tell your goons to back off and

and dark eyes casting

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

stared at Evangeline, lingering on her red lips before a calculated smile

part of the Gordon

of the big boss, the hotel's top brass had

forcing him to look up. Walter stood imposingly at about 1.9 meters tall.

the hell are you

cracked across Alex's face,