My Lost Son Bought Me Back

When the family company finally bled out and filed for bankruptcy, the two men I loved most in the world sold me to the highest bidder.

My husband and my biological son drugged my tea, dragged my unconscious body into the back of a town car, and delivered me to the sprawling, hyper-modern estate of the city’s most ruthless tech billionaire.

"We're three hundred million in the hole," my husband's voice had hissed in the dark, thick with frantic greed, just before the sedatives pulled me under. "Getting on his good side is the only way we survive this."