During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

desperately to his neck was Vanessa, his executive secretary. Her arms were wrapped around him in a theatrical display of terror, her face buried deeply into the lapel of his ruined bespoke suit. Her left ankle, encased in a sheer designer stocking, dangled uselessly—supposedly swollen from a devastating sprain. Daniel was carrying her toward the flashing continue reading …