Chapter 5

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• How to Hide the Billionaire's Child   Chapter 9

  MikhaelThis is the situation I hate the most. How do you tame a lion right in front of you? I was just talking to Beau Henderson—my cousin and the VP of Henderson Enterprise. He’s my rival since childhood, yet my father always favored him. So here he is, holding the position that should have been mine long before I became President.“I told you, Beau, we’re not bailing out Phoenix’s company. He made a mess, and he needs to clean it up himself,” I said, fighting to keep my tone calm.I gripped the edge of the shiny conference table tightly; the tension pulsed through my veins. Every muscle in me tightened, and I was about to explode.My supposedly kind cousin leaned back in his chair, flashing a sly grin at me. He looked completely unfazed, as always. So polished in his corporate suit, far from the storm brewing in his eyes. That bastard... he was challenging my patience to the limit.“I told you, if Phoenix’s holding collapses, it’s just his loss. We’re talking about a twenty-percent

• How to Hide the Billionaire's Child   Chapter 8

  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

• How to Hide the Billionaire's Child   Chapter 7

  Althea I sneezed because something tickled me. I didn’t realize I had dozed off because of the heavy traffic in Manila. I wiped the saliva and slowly opened my eyes. Suddenly, my cousin Nova appeared before me. Her smile was wide and her face bright—obviously well taken care of by skincare. Her blonde hair reached her shoulders. “Did you just come home?” I immediately asked her. She stepped back to give me space. “Yesterday,” she said quickly, then hugged me. “You left Vince in Australia?” I asked right away, noticing her frown. “Don’t worry, we’re done. Come on!” She pulled my hand as we went inside our simple grandfather Fernando’s house. Mama and some cousins and aunts and uncles welcomed me. Everyone abroad had returned home. What a great reunion. Only three of our cousins who are seamen were missing. I couldn’t say we were poor, just enough money to get by. I tearfully hugged Mama and my other family members. They also warmly welcomed Raven. My child was busy because thing

• How to Hide the Billionaire's Child   Chapter 6

  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

• How to Hide the Billionaire's Child   Chapter 5

  MikhaelI found myself at the airport. Each of my footsteps echoed on the cold, shiny floor of the building as I walked toward the departure area. It was barely dawn; the sky outside was still a deep navy blue streaked with the first hints of morning light. The airport was full of many people coming and going. I glanced again at my smartwatch—it was almost five in the morning. It said her arrival was at six.I furrowed my brow after reading the announcement board that her arrival was delayed. I hurried to get here in the middle of the night, feeling sluggish from lack of sleep and with a lingering headache.Oh, great. My headache will only get worse. I ran my fingers through my tousled dark hair. I exhaled and sat down on a vacant seat near the arrival gate. But I felt dizzy—maybe I should drink some water first. I stood up and slowly made my way to buy bottled water. After buying it, I was returning to my seat when someone suddenly tugged at me. A young boy, maybe seven years old, wa

• How to Hide the Billionaire's Child   Chapter 4

  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