Hiding The Billionaire's Heir

THE BAR was waved with loud music and flashing lights. The place was packed with people enjoying the upbeat sound making everything feel lively and exciting. But as Jazzlyn stepped in, an uneasy feeling crept her. She wasn't used to being in the crowd, especially being the center of attention. Tonight she could feel it. All heads turned toward her and their eyes followed her move. Everyone was captivated by her beauty.She took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore it. But her hands were clammy, her heart was racing, and she wasn't sure if it was from the sudden attention or Kevin's presence beside her. She could barely believe that she was here, standing with the man she had admired for so long, and he was looking at her as if she were the only person in the room.Jazzlyn felt both elated and terrified, her heart caught between the thrill of being with Kevin and the guilt was gnawing at her for deceiving him. She could feel the weight of her disguise. She wasn't Camille. She was

BACK at the hotel, Erwan slowly woke up. He frowned, sitting up, and rubbing his eyes. He realized that the woman he spent last night with was gone. That night was foggy, he only remembered someone was inside of his room expecting it was a woman she met from the bar.He stretched and something caught his eyes on the nightstand. He noticed a wallet and a necklace left behind. He picked up the necklace and a strange feeling stirred his memory because of the pendant “Ynamorata”. His head throbbed and his chest tightened as a memory flashed something from long ago, something that didn’t make sense yet.Out of curiosity, he opened the wallet. His eyes widened as he saw the picture of a woman inside. This woman looked different than he was expecting. He blinked with confusion, questioning himself if he was really with this woman last night.Before he could think further, his phone rang. It was his executive assistant, Sean. “Good morning, Sir. I am on my way to your hotel.”“Alright,” Erwa

MEANWHILE, Jazzlyn stood in front of the mirror. Camille quickly moved through her makeup. Foundation, more dabs of concealer and a swift brush of powder to set everything in place. She reached Jazzlyn’s eyeshadow, applying soft browns and golds on her lids, followed by a quick line of eyeliner and mascara. Camille grabbed her new lipstick from her bag. “Let’s use this, I bought this from Paris. It will make you look even perfect.”Jazzlyn took a small smile while Camille applied a deep rosy shade on her lips. It was bold but beautiful. “Thanks,” she said, smacking her lips together.Camille stood back. “So, you're gonna end this now since you failed to do it last time?” she asked. Jazzlyn froze for a second, she pretended to focus on fixing her hair. “I have no choice, Camille. I don’t want to keep pretending.”“I'm sorry if I put you in this situation. If I had known that it was Kevin, I should have done it by myself.” Camille knew that Jazzlyn had a crush on Kevin. Jazzlyn faced

A WEEK passed by, Jazzlyn hadn't contacted Kevin even though she had received a lot of messages from him. She needed space. She hadn't spoken to Erwan either. Every time she saw him, she automatically avoided him, and so he was. It was clear that he didn't want to talk to her either.One morning, Jazzlyn experienced lightheadedness and feeling nauseated as she woke up. She decided to cook her favorite meal, hoping that familiar smell would settle her stomach. But as she was about to take her first bite, a wave of nausea hit her. She ran to the bathroom to throw up.Her heart raced as she grabbed her phone in her pocket to check the calendar. She realized that her period was three days late. She panicked while scrolling through the internet, reading about pregnancy symptoms. Each word felt like a punch to her gut—fatigue, nausea, lightheadedness and missed period—every sign echoed in her mind. “What if…? Shit!” Her hands trembled as she rushed to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.