My Billionaire Husband Killed My Mother to Keep Me Caged

When I came home from my mother's funeral, a stranger's clothes were scattered across the living room floor.

Unmistakable sounds drifted from the bedroom.

This wasn't the first time Benedict Barnes had brought a strange woman home.

When they finished, Benedict came out.

He looked at me with nothing but indifference. "The bedroom's a mess. Go clean it up."

Same as always. He expected me to clean up the aftermath of him and whatever woman he'd dragged into our bed.

He was the CEO of Barnes Group. I was nothing but his caged bird.