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CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

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GRAYSON’S POV

Leaving Leo's side to go to where my mom, the bane of my existence stood, I couldn't help but grow angrier with each of them, and when her eyes laid on me coming towards her, I had to bite my tongue.

After everything she's said about Leo, I should just throw her out right now, he had not heard half of what she said about him, and he never will, I never want to see him cry anymore over this woman.

Reaching her, I see she's wearing a casual black dress, with matching gloves, and th
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  • The billionaire’s dirty deal   CHAPTER EIGHTY

    The pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter like a dare.Grayson stared at it.Two pink lines.Life changing.Leo stood in the doorway, gripping the frame like the room might tilt.“Well?” he asked, voice barely steady.Grayson turned the stick around slowly.Leo’s breath left him in a rush.“Positive?”Grayson nodded.For a second, neither of them moved.Then Leo laughed.It wasn’t graceful or composed, it was wild and bright and a little terrifying.“Oh my God.”Grayson pulled him into his arms, both of them half laughing, half shaking.“We’re doing this,” Leo whispered against his neck.“We’re doing this,” Grayson echoed.They had decided on surrogacy months ago, quietly, carefully. After long talks at 2 a.m. After spreadsheets and fears and therapy sessions where Leo admitted he wanted another child not because of Meredith’s money or legacy but because their first son had made him believe in family again.Their surrogate, Hannah, had been steady and warm and matter of fact.“

  • The billionaire’s dirty deal   CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE

    The first letter arrived on a Tuesday morning.Grayson almost threw it away.It looked like junk mail thick cream envelope, no return address except a law firm’s embossed seal.Leo was in the kitchen packing their son’s lunch, humming softly. It had taken months for that sound to come back after Meredith’s death.Grayson slit the envelope open casually.Then he stopped breathing.“Leo.”Something in his tone made Leo look up immediately.“What is it?”Grayson scanned the first paragraph again, hoping he had misunderstood.He hadn’t.“It’s from Carter & Vale,” he said slowly. “Your mother’s legal team.”Leo frowned. “About the trust?”“No.” Grayson’s jaw tightened. “About a contested will.”Silence.Leo walked over and took the paper from his shaking hand.His eyes moved quickly across the page.Then his face went pale.“She had a brother,” Leo said quietly. “Uncle Richard.”Grayson didn’t like the sound of that.“What does he want?”Leo swallowed. “He’s challenging the inheritance.

  • The billionaire’s dirty deal   CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

    The doorbell rang at exactly 9:17 p.m.Leo froze mid-step.Grayson looked up from the kitchen island where he had been pretending to read emails he hadn’t actually processed in the last twenty minutes.They weren’t expecting anyone.And lately… unexpected visitors didn’t mean anything good.“I’ll get it,” Grayson said quietly.Leo grabbed his wrist before he could move. “Wait.”Their eyes locked.Not the loud kind. The quiet, parental kind. The kind that lived in your chest and whispered worst-case scenarios about your child.Grayson squeezed his hand gently. “It’s okay.”It wasn’t okay.But he opened the door anyway.Standing on the porch was a woman in her late forties. Expensive coat. Perfectly styled hair. The kind of confidence that didn’t ask permission to exist.And beside her Grayson’s stomach dropped.Leo stood behind him now. “Who is ”The woman’s eyes flicked between them.“Good evening,” she said. “I’m Meredith Carter.”Leo’s fingers dug into Grayson’s arm.Carter.Leo’s

  • The billionaire’s dirty deal   CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

    The custody hearing is set for Monday.Four days away.The house feels different now. Tighter. Like we’re all holding our breath at the same time.Grayson has turned the dining room into a war room. Papers spread everywhere. Legal documents. Financial statements. Character references. Photos of us with Ethan at the park, in the backyard, Rocket asleep in his lap.Proof that we are a family.I walk in with two mugs of coffee.“You need to sleep,” I say gently.Grayson doesn’t look up. “I will.”“That’s what you said yesterday.”He exhales slowly and finally looks at me.“I can’t lose him, Leo.”His voice cracks just slightly.I set the coffee down and sit across from him.“You’re not alone in this.”“I know.”“But you’re acting like you are.”That hits.He leans back in the chair, rubbing his face.“I’ve spent my whole life fixing things myself,” he admits quietly. “Solving problems. Taking control.”“And this isn’t something you can control,” I say.“No,” he whispers. “This is somethi

  • The billionaire’s dirty deal   CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX

    The next morning, Grayson is already awake when I open my eyes.He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at his phone.He hasn’t slept.Again.“Grayson,” I say softly.He turns his head.His eyes look darker than usual. Tired. Angry. Focused.“I need to tell you something,” he says.My stomach tightens. “Okay.”He hesitates.Then he says, “Stephen isn’t just trying to take the company.”I sit up slowly.“He’s trying to erase me.”The words hang in the air.“What do you mean?”Grayson runs his hand through his hair.“He’s been contacting board members. Investors. Even old employees. He’s telling them I stepped down because I’m unstable.”“That’s not true,” I say immediately.“I know,” Grayson replies quietly. “But reputation doesn’t care about truth. It cares about perception.”My chest tightens.“And Ethan?”Grayson looks at me.“If they convince the court I’m unstable…”“They’ll never let us adopt him,” I finished.He nods.Silence fills the room.Then I reac

  • The billionaire’s dirty deal   CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE

    Grayson doesn’t sleep at all that night.I wake up at three in the morning, and he’s not beside me.I find him downstairs, sitting in the dark living room, staring at nothing.“Grayson,” I whisper.He doesn’t look at me.“I trusted him.”I sat beside him. “Stephen?”He nods slowly.“He was my best friend for twenty years.”His voice sounds hollow.“He held Jamie when he was born. He stood beside me at every important moment of my life.”He laughs bitterly.“And now he’s trying to take my son away.”My chest tightens.“We don’t know that for sure,” I say gently.Grayson finally looks at me.“I do.”His eyes are cold now.Sharp.Certain.“He’s the only one who benefits if I lose everything.”I take his hand.“Then we fight back.”The next morning, Grayson makes a call.“I want everything on Stephen Cole,” he says into the phone.Pause.“I don’t care how long it takes.”Pause.“Find it.”He hangs up.Jamie watches from the kitchen doorway.“Dad?”Grayson softens slightly. “Yeah?”“Are we

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