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His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 26
IslaThe city buzzed louder than usual tonight.Not with traffic or nightlife—but with our names.Lucien Vale. Isla Hart. And Leo.It was all over the news. The internet. The whispers between women in cafés and doormen glancing up from their posts.Everywhere I turned, I felt the weight of being seen. The eyes we’d spent years hiding from now belonged to a world watching us like a slow-burning scandal.I stared out the penthouse window, the skyline a glittering blur beneath the soft hum of Leo’s nighttime lullaby playing from his room.He was asleep—finally. After an hour of questions that tore at me and yet made me proud.“Why did Daddy say I’m his favorite?”“Will I be on TV again?”“Do I need to wear a tie now?”My heart swelled and cracked all at once.I wasn’t afraid of people knowing who Leo was. I was afraid of how cruel they could be when they did.And yet… when Lucien stood on that stage, unwavering, unshakable, and proud—it did something to me.It shook the walls I’d built a
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 25
LucienI’ve stood in boardrooms where billions were on the line. I’ve sat across from men who would sell their own blood for a seat at my table. I’ve faced press ambushes, hostile takeovers, and global market crashes without blinking.But this?This was different.Claiming Leo publicly meant peeling back layers I’d carefully built over a decade. It meant showing the world something real—something vulnerable. And it meant putting Isla, the woman I failed once, in the crosshairs of a ruthless media circus.But after Caroline’s surprise visit, I realized something with unshakable clarity.I couldn’t keep pretending we were a secret. I wouldn’t let my son be hidden to protect an empire I no longer cared about preserving in the same way.So I made the call.First, to Richard, my PR head.“Lucien,” he answered with a groan. “It’s seven in the morning in London. What—”“I want to hold a press conference.”A pause. “Okay… What’s the announcement?”“My son. Leo Hart.”Another pause. Longer thi
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 24
IslaThe morning had started like a dream.I watched Leo run circles around the living room, his laughter echoing off the walls. His cheeks were flushed, his curls bouncing, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Lucien sat nearby on the rug, pretending to be a dinosaur, arms comically raised as he roared. Leo squealed in delight and tackled him.It was ridiculous. And perfect.For the first time in years, I allowed myself to imagine a version of this that could last. A version where mornings started with giggles instead of lonely silence. Where coffee didn’t taste bitter from regret. Where Lucien Vale was more than a memory or a shadow—he was real, solid, here.He had stayed the night. Not out of convenience, but out of something else. Something deeper.And then the knock came.Firm. Rhythmic. Cold.Lucien stood instantly, his smile gone in a flash. “Stay here,” he said, his voice low. His eyes had changed. The soft warmth I’d seen just moments ago vanished—replaced with the sharp, unreadable
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 23
LucienI didn’t sleep that night. Not really.I lay on Isla’s couch, staring up at the ceiling in the dim light, listening to the soft rhythm of the house—the creak of floorboards, the occasional hum of wind brushing against the windows, the distant sound of Leo’s even breathing through the baby monitor Isla had left plugged in.It was humbling.In all my years of running billion-dollar ventures and making calculated decisions with cold precision, I had never felt this small. Not in a powerless way—but in a way that made me realize how enormous love could be when it finally hit you in the chest. Quiet. Fierce. Undeniable.Leo had reached for my hand.That single gesture had unraveled something inside me I hadn’t known was tangled. I couldn’t stop replaying it—his sleepy eyes, the unfiltered trust in his tiny voice. And then the question that had damn near shattered me:“Will you be here when I wake up?”I had never made a more serious promise in my life.The irony wasn’t lost on me—ho
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 22
IslaI had never heard the sound of a man breaking until Lucien sat across from me and confessed everything.There was a kind of stillness in the room afterward—a silence that wasn’t empty but full of everything he didn’t say out loud. His eyes carried it. That familiar intensity, bruised now with guilt and desperation.And all I could think was: I loved this man. Still. Despite everything. Maybe even more now, because he was finally showing me the scars I’d always sensed but never seen.After he pulled me into his arms, I didn’t say much. I couldn’t. My throat was tight with emotions I couldn’t sort through fast enough. Anger. Relief. Fear. Love.So instead, I sat next to him, our bodies pressed together like a puzzle we were still trying to figure out. His arm stayed around my shoulders as though letting go would mean losing me again.But it wasn’t just about us anymore. It hadn’t been for years.“I think Leo deserves to know,” I said finally, the words trembling as they left my lip
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 21
LucienStanding here, in this kitchen—our kitchen—feeling Isla’s hand in mine, I realized how much had changed. And how much still needed to. It was surreal, like waking from a long nightmare to find the person you feared lost forever still there, fragile but real.She was smaller than I remembered, but no less fierce. Maybe fiercer. The kind of woman who fought battles in silence and still stood tall. I admired her for it, though I hadn’t told her that enough, not when it mattered.I squeezed her hand gently. The warmth in that touch grounded me, pulling me back from the edge of every regret and fear that had haunted me since the moment I left.“I don’t want to mess this up,” I said quietly, voice rougher than I intended. “But I’m terrified I already have.”Her eyes softened in that way that made my heart twist. “We both have scars, Lucien. The question isn’t whether we’ve messed up—it’s about what we do next.”Her words settled over me like a balm. I’d been so obsessed with the past
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 20
IslaI didn’t know how long I stood there, my hand still resting on Lucien’s chest, feeling the steady beat beneath my palm—a reminder that the man I’d feared was gone. That the man standing before me was something new, something maybe worth trusting.But trust wasn’t a light switch you could just flip. It was a thousand tiny moments stitched together, and we were barely past the first.He pulled his hand away gently, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to read the doubts I couldn’t say aloud.“I want this, Isla,” he said quietly, voice low and earnest. “All of it. The hard parts. The messy parts. The parts I broke.”I swallowed hard, feeling a lump rise in my throat. “You don’t get to promise me that, Lucien. Not yet. Not when there are still pieces of you locked away—pieces I don’t know if I’ll ever get to see.”His jaw tightened, but he nodded slowly. “I know. I’m ready to show you those pieces, if you’re willing to look.”I blinked, surprised at how much that simple sentenc
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 19
LucienIt was after midnight, and the apartment was finally still.Leo had fallen asleep on the couch halfway through his “flying shark battle” story. Isla had carried him into the guest room without saying much, and I’d taken my time cleaning up the living room, more for the distraction than necessity. I wasn’t used to this kind of quiet—the kind filled with traces of laughter and warmth rather than the sterile silence of solitude.I stood by the window, the city glittering beneath me like a sea of fractured stars.Isla had said she wanted this too.She’d said it—not in passing, not flippantly—but with intent. As if she meant every syllable. And I hadn’t kissed her.God knows I’d wanted to. But I didn’t want to reduce that moment to something selfish. I wanted to let it breathe, to let her trust the space we were building. That was new for me. And terrifying.Because patience had never been my strong suit.Especially not with her.I heard the soft click of the guest room door and tur
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 18
IslaThe next morning, everything felt different—and not just because Lucien had walked me to my car like we were some couple in a slow-burn romance.It was the quiet that struck me first.The stillness before Leo woke up. The kind of calm where memories from the night before wrapped around you like silk you didn’t ask for, but didn’t want to remove either.Lucien hadn’t kissed me.He hadn’t even tried.And somehow, that rattled me more than if he had.Because restraint meant he was serious.It meant he was here not for instant gratification or to rewrite history with empty gestures, but for the long haul. For us. For Leo.And that—God help me—was scarier than anything.I made Leo’s favorite breakfast. Banana pancakes shaped like stars. He came toddling into the kitchen with bedhead and a sock halfway off one foot.“Mama,” he grinned sleepily, “do you think Lucien likes pancakes?”“I think he might,” I said, trying to sound casual.Leo climbed up into his booster seat, clutching the s
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