Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

From the back cover

I was in the hospital, delivering twins all by myself.

My husband, Landon, ignored my seven calls. Instead, I saw him on a live broadcast at a charity gala, letting an actress press close to him and announce to the cameras that he belonged to her tonight.

Just three days ago, he had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I step aside so they could sign a joint commercial deal.

Exhausted and anemic, I nearly collapsed on the freezing hospital floor trying to comfort my crying babies.

It was Landon's biggest hockey rival who caught me and held my newborn daughter.

When he called Landon to warn him I was in bad shape, Landon just yelled over the phone, telling him to mind his own business.

Landon later tossed a check on my nightstand, mocking that without his name and money, I wouldn't survive a week in New York.

For three years, I hid our marriage and secretly wrote every tactical playbook that built his superstar reputation.

Yet he treated me like dirt, calling me an ordinary orphan who would be nothing without him.

What he didn't know was that my doctor had just walked in with a DNA report.

I wasn't a nobody. I was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Summerlin family.

The exact sports tech empire Landon was currently begging for a massive endorsement deal.

Looking at the sleeping twins, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation.

It was time to take back everything he stole from me.