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Lucien I didn’t know fury could settle in the bloodstream like ice. The moment I read the petition Damon filed, the world blurred at the edges. Full custody? Of my son? The nerve of the bastard. My office was a frenzy of motion the moment the news broke. Peter, my legal counsel, moved like a machine, briefing the rest of the litigation team while I stood frozen at the window, fists clenched. The skyline of Manhattan was usually my anchor—a constant reminder of what I built, what I own. But tonight, it was meaningless. No building I erected, no deal I closed could compare to what I stood to lose. Leo. And Isla. “Lucien,” Peter said from behind me, his tone tight. “We need to talk strategy.” I turned, still in my tailored jacket, though I hadn’t touched the scotch sitting on my desk. “What does he have?” I asked. My voice came out low. Controlled. Dangerous. “Nothing concrete,” Peter replied. “He’s grasping. Claiming that since you’ve only recently come into the picture, and
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 41
Isla I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who needed a war room. But this morning, as I stood in the heart of Lucien’s penthouse, surrounded by folders marked “Cross v. Wolfe,” I realized that survival sometimes looked like strategy and sacrifice stacked in color-coded binders. My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped through the latest motion our lawyers had filed—another rebuttal to Damon’s petition for full custody. Just seeing my name and Leo’s name on a legal document like that made my stomach clench. Leo was on the floor behind me, absorbed in building a crooked tower with Lucien’s cufflinks and a half-finished puzzle. Every so often, he’d hum to himself or call out for me to look at something. I kept turning around to smile, to reassure him with my eyes—even as my heart tried to claw out of my chest. Lucien had gone to meet with the PR team after speaking to that journalist, Camilla Dane. He’d made good on his promise to go public, and the media hadn’t wasted a second
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 40
Lucien There’s a particular silence in war rooms. It’s not the absence of noise—but the quiet hum of brains turning faster than mouths can speak. That’s what filled the floor of Wolfe & Price’s private legal conference suite this morning. A hush sharpened by the clatter of typed notes, paper shuffling, and the low, clipped phrases between attorneys. I stood at the head of the glass conference table, arms crossed, jaw locked tight. “This is going to get uglier before it gets better,” said Lena Shaw, lead counsel on our family litigation team. Mid-thirties, surgical in precision, and currently scouring Damon Cross’s petition like it had personally offended her. “He’s gone for full custody,” I said. “He’s not even pretending to negotiate.” “Because he doesn’t care about custody,” she replied coolly. “He cares about optics, control, and headlines. He’s posturing, Lucien. And I don’t think he knows what we’re capable of.” Oh, he didn’t. Not yet. “He has no proof,” I said. “He left
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 39
Isla It started with a knock. Not the hesitant kind, or the friendly rap you hear from a neighbor or delivery driver. This one was firm. Official. It reverberated through the polished wood of Lucien’s penthouse door like the sound of a gavel striking a courtroom bench. Leo was asleep upstairs. I’d just finished brushing through his curls, soft and springy from his bath, and left a nightlight on to ease the dark. Now, standing in the marble foyer barefoot in one of Lucien’s button-downs, I stared at the door like it might explode. Lucien came up behind me, his voice low and calm. “Stay behind me.” When he opened it, two men in charcoal-gray suits stood on the other side. One was holding a document in a sleek black envelope. The other wore the stiff expression of someone trying not to judge you while doing exactly that. “Lucien Wolfe?” the man asked. “Yes.” “You’ve been served.” He handed Lucien the envelope and turned without another word. No dramatic threats, no comments. Jus
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 38
Damon’s POV The world always had a way of biting back when you least expected it. I was in my office, nursing a scotch far too expensive for the kind of rage pulsing in my veins, when the news broke. I hadn’t even turned on the television—didn’t need to. My phone exploded with notifications. Mentions. Messages. Headlines blaring across my screen in bold, unapologetic fonts. LUXURY TYCOON LUCIEN Wolfe ANNOUNCES SECRET HEIR AND LONG-LOST LOVE The Wolfe Empire Now Has an Heir Public Statement: “They are the best part of my life—and I intend to protect and love them…” Protect and love. I smashed the glass against the edge of my desk. The sound shattered through the room, sharp and satisfying. My assistant flinched in the hallway beyond the glass door, but I didn’t call her in. Let her wonder. Lucien. Wolfe. That self-righteous bastard. He’d done it. He’d announced them to the world. He’d claimed what was mine. I strode to the television, turned it on, and watched as every m
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 37
IslaThe world changed overnight.One moment, we were shadows moving quietly, surviving. The next, we were everywhere.Lucien’s press release dropped at 7:00 a.m. sharp. It was simple, elegant, and explosive.Lucien Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe International, confirms paternity of his son, Leo Monroe, and rekindled relationship with former partner Isla Monroe. In a statement, Mr. Wolfe shared, “My family is no longer a secret. They are the best part of my life—and I intend to protect and love them, publicly and permanently.”Within minutes, my phone lit up like a Christmas tree. Missed calls. Messages. Emails. I hadn’t seen this much digital chaos since Leo was born.I turned off the ringer.And still, the noise seeped in.News alerts buzzed across every major network. My old friends from college—people I hadn’t spoken to in years—were suddenly texting me with wide-eyed emojis and “OMG is this YOU?” messages. A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient Inst
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