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My husband beat me so badly I woke up in the ICU, barely able to breathe. Desperate, I called my parents, only to hear, “You made your bed. Stop crying and deal with your own mess.” I forced back my tears and whispered, “Fine.” From my hospital bed, I erased my name as the guarantor on their dream home. Their $55,000 deposit vanished overnight—but that was only the first signature I intended to remove. None of them had the slightest idea who would lose everything next...
For three straight hours, my six-month-old daughter screamed in my arms while an entire first-class cabin slowly turned against us. I was William Hart, a man newspapers called one of the most powerful businessmen in America, but at thirty-five thousand feet, none of that mattered. My shirt was covered in spit-up, my eyes burned from exhaustion, and every time Lily arched her tiny body and screamed again, I felt more helpless than I had ever felt in my life. I would have traded every dollar I owned for someone to tell me what was wrong with my child.
Clare entered the mansion of a mafia boss with only eleven dollars in her bank account and an eviction notice folded inside her purse. Waiting for her were his three uncontrollable eight-year-old triplets—the boys who had already driven twenty-two nannies away within their first forty-eight hours. Clare had no idea that before she could change those boys, she would have to stand up to the most dangerous man in Connecticut and make a demand no one had ever dared make to his face.