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BROKEN WALLS

Author: Jp's Ink
last update publish date: 2026-09-17 17:52:34

Colette

Later that night after all the chaos of the day Oliver asked me to sit down with him.

The twins were asleep and the house was quiet and it was just us with no lawyers and no children nearby.

We sat in the living room on opposite ends of the couch like we had that first night when we'd talked about the past.

"I want to tell you everything I know about that night six years ago," he said.

"Okay."

He took a breath and started talking. He described being drugged at a business dinner and fee
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  • Five Years On The Run: The Billionaire's Secret Baby   MORNING

    ColetteI woke up to sunlight and the weight of Oliver's arm still around me.For a moment I just lay there in the quiet morning trying to process that it was real. That we'd actually done what we'd been dancing around for months. That somewhere between the pottery studio and meeting his mother and solving the Owen problem together we'd stopped being careful and started being honest.Oliver stirred beside me and pulled me closer without fully waking up. I smiled against his chest and let myself just exist in this moment. In this bed. With this man who'd changed the trajectory of my life in more ways than I could count.Then there was a knock on the door and Renée's voice came through clearly."Oliver, I'm making breakfast. I assume Colette is in there with you which means the two of you should come downstairs before the children wake up and find that arrangement confusing."I felt Oliver's body shake with silent laughter beneath me."Coming," he called out.Renée's footsteps retrea

  • Five Years On The Run: The Billionaire's Secret Baby   RESOLUTION

    ColetteRenée went to bed early and the children were long asleep.Oliver and I ended up in the kitchen again like we always seemed to when we needed to talk about important things. The room was quiet with just the sound of him making tea and me sitting at the counter watching him move.We really discussed Owen this time. What he'd done and what it meant and the fact that he'd stolen something important from me and I'd just let him walk out without saying anything to Oliver about it.Shockingly Oliver was the one who apologized first."I'm sorry for how I acted," he said. "You're an adult and you're capable of handling things and I treated you like you needed my permission or my approval. That wasn't fair.""I'm sorry too," I said. "For not telling you. For handling it alone like I always do when I should have trusted you with it.""Why didn't you tell me?""Because Owen is one very insignificant person in my life. He was something from my past that I thought I'd moved past and I did

  • Five Years On The Run: The Billionaire's Secret Baby   ARRIVAL

    ColetteI can't remember the last day I saw Oliver so angry.His expression was controlled but his eyes were cold and distant in a way they hadn't been since before the pottery studio and the Saturday that changed everything He didn't say anything directly to me at first. He just started barking orders into his phone. Called his legal team. Called security. Called people I didn't recognize who apparently needed to know about stolen files immediately.Then he stood up and told me he was leaving."Wait," I said. "Oliver –"He asked me seriously if I'd still come over tomorrow and I said yes immediately because the thought of him angry at me was worse than any of the stolen files or complications."I'll send a driver tomorrow," he said. "Goodnight Colette."That was all. No kiss. No softening of his expression. Just a man who was furious and hurt and trying to control it professionally.I couldn't bring myself to send him a text after he left. I wanted to explain or defend myself or som

  • Five Years On The Run: The Billionaire's Secret Baby   MOTHERS

    OliverMy mother called me at seven in the morning the day after the photos went public.Her name was Renée Ashford and her voice had the particular temperature of a woman who had seen everything in life and been surprised by nothing. Until now."Oliver," she said without preamble. "I'm looking at photographs of you kissing a woman I don't know outside her apartment building. I'm also reading articles about two children who are apparently my grandchildren. Children I knew nothing about."I held the phone away from my ear for a moment. "Good morning Mother.""Don't be flip. I'm flying in from Paris by the weekend and I would very much like to meet this woman and these grandchildren since my own son didn't find it necessary to inform me of their existence.""I was going to tell you in person.""You should have told me two years ago when the children were born. Or five years ago when the girl was born. You were waiting for what exactly?"I didn't have a good answer for that. "I'll explai

  • Five Years On The Run: The Billionaire's Secret Baby   EXPOSED

    ColetteI woke up and the first thing I did was touch my own lips.I was checking if it was real. If the entire Saturday and the pottery and the lunch and the kiss at my door had actually happened or if I'd dreamed the whole thing in some elaborate fantasy my lonely heart had constructed.But my lips were real and the memory was real and the warm slightly terrifying thing sitting in my chest was definitely real.I went through my morning moving slowly like I was afraid sudden movements would disrupt the feeling. I made coffee and showered and got dressed and tried not to smile like an idiot at everything.I almost made it to noon without disrupting the warm thing in my chest.Then a gossip blog dropped photos.Not from the exhibition this time. These were from Saturday. Someone with a long lens had caught Oliver and me outside my apartment building. His hands on my face. The kiss. Clear enough to leave nothing to interpretation.My phone exploded with notifications immediately.Calls

  • Five Years On The Run: The Billionaire's Secret Baby   SATURDAY

    ColetteOliver told me nothing about what he'd planned except what time he'd pick me up.I asked three times and he deflected every time with a calm smile that told me nothing was coming out of him no matter how many angles I tried. So I dressed comfortably like he'd suggested and got in his car at nine on Saturday morning and decided to just let the day happen.The first stop genuinely surprised me.He pulled up in front of a small building in an arts district I'd never been to and when I saw the sign through the window I turned to look at him."A pottery studio?""Private studio. Booked for the morning."I stared at him. "How did you know I wanted to do this?""You mentioned it at the exhibition. You were looking at a piece near the duality installation and you said you'd wanted to learn since you were twelve."I had said that. Quietly and in passing and without any expectation that anyone was listening. I'd been talking almost to myself and then moved on without thinking about it

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