The Billionaire's Submissive Secretary，My Revenge After He Disowned Me

On the drive back from the office with Vincent Sterling, a cloyingly sweet female voice chirped from his phone navigation:

"Baby Tiffany is here to remind you—buckle up, handsome!"

She must have set that voice pack while he was asleep the night they reunited, just to show me who was boss.

Vincent glanced at me through the rearview mirror, but my face remained an unreadable mask.

I was his executive assistant and his secret bedmate. For three whole years, I had catered to his every whim in the boardroom and the bedroom, never once uttering a single word of complaint.