The Billionaire's secret heir

Sienna Blake stood outside the towering glass skyscraper, staring up at the massive "Cavendish Hotels" logo gleaming in silver letters. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her fingers tightening around the strap of her handbag. This was it—the opportunity of a lifetime. But it was also the biggest risk she’d taken in five years. She adjusted the cuff of her cream blazer, inhaling sharply as she smoothed down the front of her navy pencil skirt. She had worked too hard, built too much of a life, to let ghosts from the past shake her. Damian Cavendish was just a name now. A name that held power, wealth, and a reputation for being untouchable. Not a man who once whispered promises in the dark. Not the father of her child. Sienna swallowed hard, shaking off the memories as she stepped forward. The glass doors slid open, welcoming her into a grand lobby bathed in golden light. A massive chandelier dripped from the ceiling, sparkling against marble floors. The Cavendish empire had

Sienna stared at the ceiling, lying in bed long after Julian had fallen asleep. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shut off her mind. The day’s events played on a loop, Damian’s piercing blue eyes haunting her thoughts. She should have known this job was too risky. She had built a life, a home, a safe world for Julian. But now, with one twist of fate, everything teetered on the edge of exposure. She turned onto her side, hugging the pillow to her chest. Maybe Olivia was right. Maybe she should walk away before it was too late. But then what? Her career was thriving. This project was the biggest opportunity she had ever been given. If she ran, she’d have to start over—again. She couldn’t keep running forever. No. She would handle this. She would stay professional, keep her guard up, and finish the damn project. And then, she’d walk away from Damian Cavendish for good. With that resolve, she finally drifted into a restless sleep. --- The next morning, Sienna st

Sienna had felt uneasy all day, a gnawing sensation in her gut that refused to fade. She convinced herself it was nothing—just the stress of the upcoming work trip, the pressure of working so closely with Damian. But when she walked into her apartment that evening, she knew instantly. Something was wrong. The air felt different, charged with an unfamiliar tension. And then she saw him. Damian. He stood in her living room, his powerful frame filling the space as if he belonged there. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, his presence overwhelming. But it wasn’t just his presence that sent a chill down her spine. It was the look in his eyes. Cold. Unyielding. Dangerous. Sienna’s breath hitched. "How did you get in here?" His lips curved into a humorless smirk. "You should check your security, Sienna. It’s lacking." Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to stay calm. "You broke into my home?" Damian took a slow step toward her, his gaze never leaving hers

The steady tap of Sienna’s heels echoed through the marble-floored lobby of Cavendish Tower. She kept her grip firm on Julian’s small hand, even as her own trembled inside. She could barely believe she was doing this. Bringing Julian here. To him.But there hadn’t been a choice.She glanced down at her son. He was craning his neck, his hazel eyes wide as he took in the soaring ceilings and gleaming glass walls. There was a quiet curiosity in his expression that made Sienna’s heart ache. He deserved normal. Parks, ice cream trucks, playgrounds. Not penthouse towers and billionaires with ice in their veins.Yet here they were.“Mommy?” Julian tugged on her hand. “Is this where you work?”Sienna forced a smile. “It is. Remember what we talked about? You’re going to meet someone special today.”Julian’s brow furrowed, thinking. “Your boss?”Her throat tightened. “Something like that.”The receptionist waved them through without a word—clearly prepped by Damian to expect them. A private el

Sienna stared at the petition papers spread out across her kitchen counter, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might shatter her ribcage.Petition for Joint Custody.Her fingers trembled as she skimmed Damian’s signature again. The bold, slashing letters seemed to leap off the page. It was real. This wasn’t an empty threat. It wasn’t Damian posturing like he usually did when he wanted control.This was war.She barely heard Olivia knocking until her friend’s voice cut through the fog. “Sienna? Open up! I brought muffins.”Sienna numbly walked to the door and let her in. Olivia’s easy smile faded the instant she caught sight of Sienna’s pale face.“What happened?” Olivia demanded, setting the paper bag down and grabbing Sienna’s shoulders. “Tell me.”“He’s taking me to court,” Sienna whispered, her throat raw.“What?” Olivia blinked, then spotted the papers on the counter. Her eyes widened as she hurried over. “Is this a joke?”“I wish it were.”Olivia flipped through the docum