The Billionaire’s Poisonous Sweetheart

The Billionaire’s Poisonous Sweetheart

Zhou Yuandong was my sugar daddy, and I utterly loathed him.

He was a neurotic germaphobe, cold as ice, and quick to resort to his own twisted flavor of “domestic violence.”

I had tried running away eighteen times. I got caught every single time.

Then came his twenty-fifth birthday. A part-time waitress accidentally spilled a slice of cake onto his hand.

I braced myself for the impending atomic meltdown, but instead, he comforted the girl in a soft, gentle voice.

Sour jealousy flickered in my chest. Great. If I run now, he definitely won’t bother coming after me.

So, I tossed the positive pregnancy test into the trash and left a little note:

“They say a man at twenty-five turns into a sixty-year-old geezer. Goodbye, old man. I’m done dealing with you!”