Chapter 12

Sylvia thought she would have a shot at making things happen by her next ovulation cycle. She pressed the button to lower the window, and a wave of hot, sticky air poured in. It was thick enough that she felt like she could hardly breathe. As she looked down, she forced herself to push down the wave of guilt rising inside her. If she had a choice, she'd never want to be caught between two men. She'd once longed for a love built on nothing but mutual loyalty. But for an ordinary person, ten million was already an astronomical number, and two hundred million in penalties was lethal. For Gregory's sake, she couldn't afford to think about anything else. Back when she hadn't managed to latch onto the Kaplan family, she'd even thought about selling herself… ... As Sylvia stood inside Arnaud's private villa, she felt that it was no different from stepping into his office. It was done up in a minimalist black, white, and gray style—the kind of space that told others right away that