THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR

“GOLD DIGGER TRIES TO TRAP BILLIONAIRE WITH PREGNANCY”

Four million views in six hours. I stare at my phone. The video plays on loop. I'm holding out an ultrasound, Caleb stepping back. His voice: "How much do you want?"

I drop the phone in a puddle and keep walking. Hand on stomach. "I'm sorry, baby."

Three months ago, Caleb spilled champagne on my dress at a gallery opening. Spent an hour apologizing. I laughed and said it was a thrift store dress worth twenty dollars. He looked at me like I was the most interesting thing in the room. By the end of the night, I'd given him my number. By the end of the week, I'd given him my heart.

He said I was the first real thing in his world of fakes. That everyone wanted something from him, but I just wanted him. I believed every word. He loved me loudly and with pride. Now I'm pregnant, and he thinks I'm a liar.

The gala is packed. Rich people everywhere. Champagne, cameras. I hold my purse. The ultrasound inside feels like it's burning.

Baby Vaughn, 8 weeks. That's what I wrote at the back.

I hope you'll be excited. God, please let him be excited. I hear Clara before I see her. Caleb's mother. Voice like ice.

"Caleb is finally distancing himself from that boutique girl. I told him she wasn't appropriate. Thank God he's listening to reason."

My chest squeezes tight. I step behind a column. Clara holds champagne like a weapon. Silver hair. Black dress.

"Image matters. The board is watching. One inappropriate relationship, and they'll question if he's ready to lead."

Distancing himself. Is that what he's been doing? I look across the room.I spot Caleb in his perfect suit. Our eyes meet, he doesn't smile. He looks cold. Wrong. I cross the room before I lose my nerve.

"Lena," he says. Polite but distant. "You look nice."

"Can we talk? Please. It's important. I've been trying for weeks. Just five minutes alone."

His jaw tightens. People are watching.

"Not here. There are investors. My mother asked us to make a good impression. Can't this wait?"

"That's what you always say! Every time, it's wait until later. When do I get to matter more than your work?"

"You're making a scene in front of people who matter to my career. You've been acting strange for weeks. Canceling plans. I've been asking what's wrong, and you won't say."

"Caleb." Sienna. His ex. She glides over in red dress and holds his arm.

"There you are." She looks at me. Smiles. "Oh. Lena. Didn't realize you were in the middle of something. This'll only take a second." Pulls out phone. "I wasn't sure if I should show you, but people are talking."

"We were talking," I say.

She doesn't look at me. "Trust me, you'll want to see this." She tilts screen towards him, I can't see it. But I see his face change. "What is this?"

"I didn't want to believe it." Fake sympathy. "But several people saw her at a medical clinic downtown. The kind that specializes in reproductive health."

My heart pounding. "What lies…"

"I'm showing him screenshots. Posts about a young woman who looks exactly like you."

Caleb stares at me. Like I'm nothing. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Shaking. "Yes. I've been trying for weeks, but you wouldn't listen."

"Then say it. Right now."

I reach into my purse and pull out the ultrasound. Hands trembling. Sienna whispers something and shows another photo. His face goes colder.

"My mother saw you at that clinic. What were you doing there? Are you pregnant?"

Every eye is on me. Phones out recording. "Yes. I'm pregnant. I've been trying to tell you, but you shut me down every time. I thought seeing the ultrasound would help."

He steps back. "How long have you known?"

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Harsh laugh. "You knew and didn't mention it? What were you waiting for? A public venue where I couldn't say no? Or maybe until after the merger so my net worth would triple. Maybe that's what this has been about."

"I'm not doing this for money! I thought you'd want to know you're going to be a father!"

"How much do you want?" Voice flat.

"What?"

"Don't play stupid. How much to make this go away? Fifty thousand? Name your price. You'll sign an NDA, take the money, and disappear."

"You think I got pregnant to trap you?"

"You've been lying for weeks. Now you show up where everyone can see. Where I'm forced to respond in front of investors. This is manipulation."

Tears burn. "I came to show you this." I hold out the ultrasound. Hands shaking. "I wrote Baby Vaughn on the back because I thought we were together. But I was wrong."

He doesn't look at it. "You destroyed my life."

I let go of the photo. It flutters down and falls at his feet.

" That's enough of an insult! You're free. I'll raise my child alone.” I turn and leave.

Behind me, I hear Clara's voice. "Thank God you found out Son."

I go outside. Air freezing. My phone buzzes.

“GOLD DIGGER TRIES TO TRAP BILLIONAIRE WITH PREGNANCY”

Views are increasing. One hundred. Five hundred. Two thousand.My reputation. Gone. I drop the phone.

"I'm sorry, baby." Hand on my stomach. "We'll be okay. Just us."

Nobody's going to save us. Not him, not anyone. Just me.