How to Hide the Billionaire's Child

"Where were you, Althea? Where have you been these past seven years?"Mikhael's angry whisper reached me, his voice laced with both frustration and a desire that had begun to surface. His tall frame leaned heavily against mine as I struggled to support his weight. We were almost at the door of his dark mansion. I helped him inside."You're drunk, Mikhael," I whispered. I could hear nothing but the loud thumping of my own heart. I inhaled sharply when I caught the mix of his familiar cologne and the expensive whiskey he had at the bar. That same scent he used to wear all those years ago...It made me tremble. I remembered our first meeting and that intoxicating perfume of his."Who's drunk?" he laughed bitterly, though his voice was broken. "I still recognize you, baby. Seven years. Seven fucking years and you—" His words were cut off when he stumbled and nearly fell to the floor. Thankfully, I caught him just in time. I wrapped my arm around his waist."Let me take you to your room,"

Mikhael~ My head hurts. After all the years of hard work, I’m finally about to achieve my dream: becoming the Chief Executive Officer of Henderson Enterprise. Our business revolves around luxury real estate and property development. We're among the richest and most successful in the world. And now that I’m stepping into the role, I already have a project lined up—the Henderson Tower. It will be the city’s new landmark and a symbol of the Henderson legacy. Add to that my father’s expectations, which I always seem to fail. I leaned against the tinted window of our luxurious car, trying to control the tension as I thought about the new challenges ahead. It’s not easy being a CEO, especially with a father who doesn’t trust you watching your every move. I endured and completed dual degrees in financial management and architecture. I did nothing but bury myself in studies and work. My attention was caught by the gleaming, towering glass windows of the Henderson Company building—our famil

Mikhael~"This is really incredible. That piece of shit lost my money again!" I heard my twin cousin Phoenix cursing. The veins in his neck were bulging, his eyes blazing. We were sitting in the VIP lounge of an upscale nightclub.I shot him a glare of irritation as the loud, pounding music blasted through my head. The DJ wasn’t holding back tonight. Add to that the screaming crowd—relentlessly dancing, dripping in sweat.It was just that Nicola—our other cousin—had lost the money Phoenix had painstakingly saved to buy a new big bike chopper. The ten luxury cars parked at his mansion weren't enough for Phoenix, apparently.I leaned over the bar counter and handed my glass to Kendrix, his twin. My “very good” cousin who acted like he owned the nightclub—though he didn't. He had managed to shoo away the actual bartender earlier, taking over with the kind of entitlement only a Henderson could get away with. Not that I cared. If he was busy being ridiculous, he wasn’t my problem. He loved

Althea~ “We just got off the plane. See you later, Grandpa,” I informed Lolo even though I was tired from the trip, I showed that I was excited to see them again. I ended the call. I put the cellphone back in my bag. I gave my son a small, reserved smile when our eyes met. Raven and I were in line at Immigration. There were a lot of people, so we were sure it would take a while. I brushed aside his messy hair. He had slept well during the trip. Lucky kid. Meanwhile, I couldn’t manage to doze off because many things were troubling me. I was anxious about returning to the Philippines. I thought we would stay there for good. But fate had other plans; it really wanted me back here. There was only one thing I wanted to avoid now: crossing paths with someone again. I hoped we would never see each other again. It was better to focus on my son now. I was curious about Raven’s calmness. My 7-year-old only child, who was known as the “troublemaker kid” by everyone because he was restless and

Mikhael~“I told you to forget about that woman, Matthew!”My mother’s voice echoed loudly as I approached the door of my father’s study room. Her voice was sharp and loud. It wasn’t new to me. I grew up hearing them argue every day. Wherever they went or whatever they did, they always found a reason to fight. I could say they were married, but I didn’t know if there was love between them. They were forced to marry by my mother’s father since she was pregnant with me at that time. My father had no choice because my grandfather was a mafia member. I knew my mother suffered from my father’s coldness. They didn’t care about life and only focused on business. This was the first time I heard them argue about a woman.I took a step back when I realized the door was half open. I was about to turn the doorknob when my mother shouted again.“She destroyed everything! She just used you—”“Enough, Aurelia,” my father hissed, his voice deep and soaked with frustration. “This isn’t about her. It’s