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HER BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. Chapter 23
Megan’s POVThe alarm continued to scream, a high-pitched, rhythmic wail that seemed to vibrate in my very teeth. It was the sound of my failure, echoing off the high, sterile walls of a house that had never wanted me here. I stood frozen in the mudroom, my breath coming in ragged gasps that tasted of dust and cold panic. Beside me, Liam had gone eerily silent, his small hand gripping mine so hard his knuckles were bone-white. He wasn't crying; he was terrified into a state of absolute stillness.Marcus didn't lower his flashlight. The beam was a solid bar of white light that pinned us against the row of heavy winter coats like specimens in a display case. "Move back into the kitchen, Ms. Clarke," Marcus said. His voice was devoid of the usual professional warmth he showed Liam. Now, he was just a cog in Larry’s machine, functioning exactly as he had been programmed. "I'm not going back to that room," I said, my voice cracking but loud enough to be heard over the sirens. "I’m not a
HER BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. Chapter 22
Vivienne's povA woman in a simple, dark sweater was sitting on a stone bench, watching a small boy chase a golden retriever. She looked... ordinary. That was the most offensive thing about her. She didn't look like a queen. She didn't even look like a trophy. She looked like someone you’d pass on the street and never think of again.That is the woman who replaced me? I thought, my grip tightened on my leather portfolio until my knuckles turned white.The car stopped at the front portico. I waited for the driver to open the door, then stepped out into the crisp morning air. Marcus, the head of security, was waiting."Ms. Vance," he said, stepping into my path. "Mr. Trent is in a meeting. He didn't mention you were coming.""It’s an emergency, Marcus. The Zurich board members are balking at the new clause. I need ten minutes of his time." I brushed past him, not giving him a chance to argue. I knew the layout of this house better than Megan ever would.I didn't head for the study. I he
HER BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. Chapter 21
Vivienne’s POVThe ice cube in my tumbler was clear, a hand-carved sphere that had cost more than most people’s monthly rent. I watched it swirl in the amber depths of my scotch, the clinking sound the only thing breaking the silence of my penthouse. From here, forty floors up, the city of Seattle looked like a circuit board, humming with an energy I usually controlled.But tonight, the circuit was broken."Say that again," I said, my voice as level and cool as the glass in my hand.Across from me, Julian, my most reliable informant, and a man who knew better than to bring me half-baked gossip, cleared his throat. He looked distinctly uncomfortable, his eyes flickering toward the floor-to-ceiling windows."The girl’s name is Megan Clarke," Julian repeated, his voice tight. "She’s been living in the west wing of the Trent estate for nearly two weeks. And she isn't alone. There’s a boy. Three years old. Larry’s security has the place locked down tighter than the Federal Reserve."I didn
HER BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. Chapter 20
Megan’s POVThe silence in Larry’s study was heavy, the kind of silence that felt like it had been accumulating for decades, layer by layer, beneath the high coffered ceilings. It smelled of old paper, expensive tobacco, and that faint, sharp scent of cedarwood that always seemed to cling to Larry’s tailored suits. It was a masculine room, a room built for decisions, for power, and for the cold calculation of a life lived in the public eye.I walked toward his desk, the mahogany surface polished to a mirror shine. This was the altar where he had sacrificed my freedom. This was where he had sat, pen in hand, signing the documents that dictated my movements and decided to lock me away under the guise of protection. I had spent so many nights pacing my room, cursing this desk and the man who sat behind it, yet now that I was here alone, the anger felt strangely hollow.My fingers brushed the edge of the leather blotter. Then, my eyes caught on something in the corner. I expected to see a
HER BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. Chapter 19
Megan’s POVThe atmosphere in the house shifted overnight. The whispers didn’t stop entirely, people like Sarah don't change their nature because of one speech, but they retreated into the shadows where they belonged. Now, when I walked into a room, the staff didn't pause to judge; they moved to clear my path.It was a hollow victory, but it gave me the room I needed to breathe.Larry was still in "negotiation mode." He spent most of his time in the study, but he had started leaving the door open. It was a silent invitation, a gesture to show me that the "lockdown" era was officially over. He was treating me like a partner, though I knew it was mostly a tactical shift. He realized that a caged bird doesn't sing, and he needed me to perform for the outside world.I was sitting in the small morning room, going through the Foundation’s ledgers that Larry had actually delivered to my suite. I was looking for the gaps, the places where the "charity" was just a branding exercise."You’re ac
HER BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. Chapter 18
Megan’s POV The goal is to present you as a woman of quiet, domestic virtues. We want to emphasize your background in the bakery as a 'passion for the culinary arts' rather than a financial necessity. It makes you more relatable to the high-society demographic.""You want me to be a prop," I said, flipping through the pages. "The humble, sweet girl who was swept off her feet by the billionaire. It’s a good story, Mr. Thorne. It’s just not mine.""It’s the story that wins," Larry interjected."It’s the story that makes me look weak," I countered, looking him in the eye. "And if I look weak, your enemies will keep coming for me. They think I’m a vulnerability. If you want this to work, I need to look like I’m standing beside you because I chose to, not because I was groomed for it."I stood up and walked to the window, feeling the weight of their gazes. I could see Sarah, the maid who had mocked my sneakers earlier, out on the terrace. She was adjusting the outdoor furniture, but her e
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