Pregnant Me Rocks Wall Street Before $10 Billion Marriage

She was Manhattan's top tax attorney. Then the IRS came knocking with a forty-million-dollar fraud charge. Her assets frozen. Her visa revoked. Her life reduced to ash. With deportation looming, Victoria had one option: a deal with the devil. Oliver, the bastard son of a Wall Street dynasty, offered her a lifeline. In exchange, she would become his secret mistress and corporate spy. Her target? His half-brother Nicholas, the legitimate heir about to seal a ten-billion-dollar merger. Victoria infiltrated Nicholas's world, played the perfect fiancée, and uncovered secrets she was never meant to find. Then she got pregnant. She planned to take the money and run. But Nicholas proposed. He wanted the baby. He wanted her. She said yes, believing she was still in control. She was wrong. The man who had ruined her career, the one who had filed those fake documents with the IRS, was not Oliver. It was Nicholas. He had framed her, trapped her, and was now using her to destroy his own family. Oliver was ambushed in a staged crash, left for dead. Nicholas seized control of the family fund. At the federal hearing, he stood before the judge, ready to inherit an empire. Victoria, heavily pregnant, took the witness stand. She opened her case and pulled out a stack of Cayman Islands offshore accounts. The courtroom gasped. Then the doors opened. Oliver walked in, flanked by FBI agents. He was supposed to be dead. He was very much alive. And he had brought the evidence that would bury Nicholas forever.