Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake

I was eight months pregnant with the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. My husband, Austen, told me he was hosting a private celebration to honor me and the baby.

But when I walked into the warehouse, the steel doors slammed shut behind me.

I wasn't in a ballroom. I was locked inside an industrial glass freezer.

Through the thick glass, I saw Austen standing with his assistant, Deb. They were laughing. He told me he didn't care about his son; he only cared about the trust fund that would unlock upon my father's death.

"Cool her off," he ordered.