The Heiress He Betrayed Now He's Begging on His Knees

When I was eighteen, I pulled a stray dog out of the gutter.

Everyone laughed at Mortimer Henson back then, mocked him for being beneath them. After all, he'd knelt at my feet, forehead to the ground.

Ten years.

He went from that meek, desperate boy to the ruthless Mr. Henson of Harbor City, a man whose word could make or break empires. He climbed to the top on the back of my family's power and threw me the most extravagant engagement party the city had ever seen.

I thought the hard times were finally behind us.