My bestie and I took the money and ran—pregnant with two billionaires’ babies. Five years later, we’re back with our kids and one perfect lie: “Their fathers are dead.” Too bad both dads are waiting at the airport. Now jealousy is boiling over, our secret heirs are stealing hearts, and the men who once rejected us refuse to let go. But we’re done being second choices. This time, even billionaires have to beg.
