She's the housekeeper's daughter. He's Manhattan's coldest billionaire. One drugged drink destroys everything.


Aria Taylor wakes up in Blake Morgan's bed, accused of scheming her way into his sheets. Her punishment? A five-year marriage contract—his wife on paper, his servant in reality. While Blake parades his true love Emma through Manhattan's elite, Aria pays for her father's medical bills with her dignity.


Three years of humiliation. Three years of being called a murderer's daughter—because her father's car "accidentally" killed a powerful man ten years ago, leaving him in a coma and her family destroyed.


Now Aria's pregnant with Blake's child. The baby he swore he'd never want. The heir that could ruin everything.


Someone wants her dead. They locked her in that freezer at Blake’s gala, sabotaged her every step—could it be because Aria’s father is waking up? That someone’s petrified of what he might say about that crash?


Her own mother tries to pull the plug on him. Blake's ex Emma isn't the hero she pretends to be. And those memories Aria has of saving Blake from a fire? Everyone says they're impossible.


But they're not.


As attacks escalate and her pregnancy becomes harder to hide, Aria discovers the ultimate betrayal: The woman who raised her might not be her real mother. The car accident that destroyed her life might have been sabotage. And Blake Morgan—the man who treats her like property—might be the only one who can save her.


When her father finally wakes up, will his truth destroy the Morgan empire? Will Blake discover his contract wife carries his child before it's too late? And when he learns who really saved him that night, who really drugged him three years ago, and who's been hunting his wife—will his revenge become her salvation?


The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins

Chapter 30

ARIA
I stared at my phone screen. Blake's name glowed at the top of the message thread.
**Blake**: What are you doing at home?
**Blake**: Take your painkillers if you need them. Don't cry—it's an eyesore.
**Blake**: Stay home. Don't go anywhere.
An order. Not a request, not concern for my wellb...

ARIA

I stared at my phone screen. Blake's name glowed at the top of the message thread.

**Blake**: What are you doing at home?

**Blake**: Take your painkillers if you need them. Don't cry—it's an eyesore.

**Blake**: Stay home. Don't go anywhere.

An order. Not a request, not concern for my wellb...

Chapter 22