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His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 46
Isla For the first time in days, the penthouse felt still. Not quiet—Leo was humming from the living room while Lucien helped him with a new puzzle—but still, in the way a storm finally pauses to gather strength again. Genevieve’s visit had left ripples in her wake, but they weren’t the kind that unsettled me. If anything, they reaffirmed something I hadn’t yet said out loud: I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I was starting to belong. I leaned against the doorway, watching Lucien crouch beside Leo. The contrast of his tailored shirt and rolled-up sleeves next to Leo’s tousled curls and cartoon t-shirt made something tender twist in my chest. Lucien looked up and caught me staring. “We’re stuck,” he said, smiling faintly. “Apparently, the sun doesn’t go in the sky. It goes ‘next to the giraffe,’ according to our expert here.” Leo nodded seriously. “The giraffe is happy when it’s sunny.” “Well, there you go,” I murmured, walking over and sitting beside them on the carpet. “That’s a
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 45
Isla There’s a strange kind of stillness after a storm. The air feels too clean. The quiet feels too loud. That’s how it feels now—wrapped in Lucien’s arms on the terrace, watching the world below move on, completely unaware that mine has shifted on its axis. He’s not just promising to protect Leo anymore. He’s stepping into the fire with us. And that terrifies me more than anything Damon could ever do. I slip from Lucien’s arms gently, my fingers lingering for a second longer than they need to. I’m afraid if I don’t let go now, I never will. He gives me space, his gaze steady and warm, as if sensing the thousand thoughts flying through my head. “I should check on Leo,” I say softly. Lucien doesn’t stop me. He just nods once, like he knows I need the familiarity of my son to anchor me. Upstairs, I find Leo exactly where I left him—on the rug in the living room, building a wildly crooked skyscraper from wooden blocks. He grins when he sees me. “Mommy, I made a tower like Daddy’
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 44
Lucien I’ve fought wars in boardrooms, waged battles over billion-dollar mergers, and taken down entire empires with a signature and a steel gaze. But nothing—nothing—has ever felt as high-stakes as this. The morning sun filters through the penthouse windows, casting golden lines across the marble floors. It should feel like power. Like control. But all I feel is the weight of what’s coming. The clock is ticking, and the man who tried to haunt Isla’s past is trying to claim a place in my son’s future. Over my dead body. I button my shirt, ignoring the untouched espresso on the sideboard. My phone buzzes again—another message from Evan, my chief legal strategist, waiting downstairs with a full team. We’ve already prepped for the possibility of Damon making a legal move, and now that he’s gone through with it, we’re out of the hypothetical. It’s war. But first, I walk back into the guest room—our room now, though neither of us has said it out loud—and pause in the doorway. Isla’s
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 43
Isla I didn’t think I could stop shaking. Not after watching Lucien stand at that podium—his voice calm, his words deliberate—as he looked straight into the camera and told the world that Leo was his son. He hadn’t wavered. Not once. Even as the room of journalists exploded with questions, even as the cameras flashed like lightning in a summer storm. I stood behind the privacy glass of his office, heart thundering in my chest, clutching a silk scarf in my hand like it could somehow anchor me to the ground. Lucien hadn’t just claimed Leo. He’d claimed me too. He said my name. Isla Monroe. Not just the mother of his son. The woman who had raised Leo with grace and grit. The woman he’d failed, and the woman he would now stand beside. He didn’t say love. But every syllable—every breath—had felt like a vow. The press ate it up like wolves around a feast. I knew what would happen next. My face would be on headlines. There’d be speculation, analysis, trolls, support, gossip. But no
His Heir, Her Secret Chapter 42
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
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