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His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 34
Lucien“Run it again. From the top.”I stood at the head of the long conference table, the windows behind me flooding the room with pale morning light. The skyline was a sharp line of glass and ambition—unforgiving, unrelenting. Just like the war I was about to wage.My legal team—five of the sharpest attorneys in New York, each of them handpicked by me—flipped through the dossiers and documents spread across the table. Every page had Damon’s name on it. Every page was a brick in the wall I was building to keep him far away from Isla and Leo.A junior associate cleared her throat and began again. “Damon Creed has no record of legal infractions—”“Public ones,” I corrected coldly. “Let’s not pretend the absence of evidence is the evidence of absence.”She flinched but nodded.Another lawyer, Myra—older, sharper, and too seasoned to be intimidated by my interruptions—tapped a file. “But this,” she said, “is our strongest angle. The old restraining order Isla filed back in college. It wa
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 33
IslaI couldn’t sleep.Lucien’s apartment was too quiet, too pristine—like the calm before a storm. I lay on my side in the dark, watching the outline of Leo’s tiny body as he breathed steadily beside me. He’d insisted on sleeping in my bed tonight, his fingers curled tightly into my t-shirt, like he knew, somehow, that the world outside wasn’t safe.I stroked his curls gently and closed my eyes.But every time I tried to drift off, Damon’s voice echoed through my head. “He’s mine too, Isla.”My stomach turned. I hated how the words sounded coming from his mouth. Twisted. Possessive. Like Leo was a thing—something he could lay claim to just because of DNA. He wasn’t a father. Not in any way that mattered. But the law? The law might see it differently. And that’s what scared me most.I sat up, quietly slipped out of bed, and padded into the kitchen. The city lights cast a soft glow across Lucien’s marble countertops, and the clock on the stove blinked 2:14 a.m.I poured myself a glass
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 32
LucienThere are moments in a man’s life that sharpen him into something unrecognizable.Watching Isla shrink back from Damon’s grip—that was mine.I had known rage before. In boardrooms. In betrayal. In loss. But this—this was something far more primal. It hit me in the gut, then flared through my chest like fire licking bone.He touched her.He threatened my son.And he smiled while doing it.I didn’t wait for him to reach the end of the driveway before I turned to Marco. “I want him followed. Twenty-four-seven. I want to know where he eats, who he calls, what his lawyer had for breakfast. If he so much as breathes in Leo’s direction again—”“He’ll choke on it,” Marco finished, already dialing.I looked back at Isla. Her eyes were wide, her posture taut. But she hadn’t crumbled—not even when Damon made that disgusting claim about custody. She stood there like a lioness guarding her cub, and I swear I fell harder in that moment than I did when I first saw her again in Venice.I stepp
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 31
IslaThere’s a particular kind of fear that doesn’t scream—it whispers. It doesn’t rush through you like a storm. No. It creeps. Crawls. It settles under your skin and stays there, coiling itself around your spine like a question you don’t want answered.And that’s exactly how I felt the morning we opened the front door to find him standing on the steps.Damon Connolly.Leo was in the kitchen with Lucien’s housekeeper, munching on strawberries. The sun was slanting through the windows. Everything had felt normal. Safe.Until I opened the door.He looked different—leaner, more calculated. His suit was expensive, but it hung off his frame like he wasn’t used to wearing power anymore. His eyes were just the same, though. Cold. Possessive. Dangerous.“Hello, Isla,” he said, as if we were old friends.I didn’t reply. My heart had already slammed against my ribs. My body went still, but my mind raced. Why was he here? How did he find me? What did he want?“You’re not going to invite me in?”
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 30
LucienThe moment Damon’s voice filtered through the speakerphone, something primal in me snapped. Not rage—rage would’ve been too loud, too reckless. This was colder. Sharper. A calculated fury.That man thought he could resurface in Isla’s life and threaten her? Threaten Leo?He had no idea who he was dealing with now.I waited until Isla was with Leo, playing with blocks in the sunroom, before stepping into my office and locking the door behind me. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn’t used in a long time.It rang twice.“Mr. Vale.” A clipped, familiar voice answered. “It’s been a while.”“Grant. I need a private intel sweep. No questions, no paper trail. A man named Damon Connolly just resurfaced in Isla’s life.”“Isla Hart?” he asked, and I could almost hear the quick flipping of mental files.“Yes.”“And you want him… neutralized?”“No,” I snapped. “I want information. Everything. His current location, phone records, bank activity, known associates. I want to know w
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 29
IslaI didn’t sleep.Lucien had fallen asleep beside me sometime after two in the morning, one hand resting protectively on my hip, but my eyes stayed open, glued to the shadows dancing across the ceiling. Every creak of the floorboards, every hum of the building settling, had me flinching.I’d worked so hard to become someone else. Someone new. I’d buried the girl I used to be—the one who was naive enough to mistake manipulation for kindness, threats for attention, and silence for safety. And now, that girl was clawing her way back up to the surface, dragging all her ghosts with her.By sunrise, my skin felt too tight for my body.I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Lucien. I tiptoed into Leo’s room. He was curled on his side, thumb halfway in his mouth, his lashes resting like little fans on his cheeks. He was safe. He was everything.I pressed a kiss to his forehead, breathing him in like air, and padded down to the kitchen.Coffee. Strong. Scalding. Anything to sho
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