The Billionaire's Secret Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Kylie "Mommy," Liam’s small voice broke the early morning quiet, tugging me out of the haze of thoughts that had plagued me through the night. I had barely slept, my mind looping endlessly around the problem that had come crashing back into my life—Rage Montez. I glanced down at Liam, sitting cross-legged on the floor of our apartment, his wide brown eyes—so much like his father's—looking up at me with a curious expression. He had been unusually quiet since overhearing my conversation with Tessa the night before, and I knew what was coming before he even said the words. "Mommy, who’s my daddy?" The question hit me like a punch to the gut, my breath catching in my throat. I had known this day would come eventually, but I hadn’t expected it to come so soon, and certainly not like this. For five years, I had been able to protect Liam from the truth. B

Kylie As the car smoothly glided through the city streets, I couldn’t help but glance over at Rage, who sat beside me with an air of casual elegance that made him look completely at ease. He was different tonight—more relaxed than he had been at the office, as if the dinner had loosened some of the tension I had felt between us. But the more comfortable he seemed, the more aware I became of my own nervous energy. "Do you mind if we make a quick stop?" Rage asked suddenly, breaking the silence. I blinked, my mind still processing our conversation from dinner. "A stop? Where?" "My place," he replied, his tone casual as though he was suggesting something completely ordinary. "There’s something I want to show you. I think you’ll find it interesting, considering we’re working on the new line together." I hesitated for a brief moment. Goin

Kylie  The next few days passed in a blur, and I threw myself into my work as a distraction from the turmoil bubbling inside me. The discovery that Rage was engaged to Isabelle had shaken me more than I wanted to admit. He had seemed so genuine during our dinner, so attentive when we talked. Yet the whole time, he had kept something this important hidden from me. I could still feel the shock from that conversation with his parents, how casually they had mentioned Isabelle as if she were already part of the family. And Rage’s reaction when I brought her up—it was as if he had deliberately avoided the topic. I couldn’t help but wonder why. Was Isabelle’s role in his life more complicated than his parents had let on? Or was Rage simply a man who compartmentalized, keeping his personal and professional lives as separate as possible? Either way, I had to focus. I had a job to do, and i

Kylie The silence in the room lingered, thick and heavy, as we continued working on the final touches for the new collection. Rage sat across from me at the long table, his gaze focused on the sketches laid out in front of him, but I could sense his distraction. His earlier comment about Isabelle had shifted something between us, a crack in the perfect façade he had carefully maintained.As much as I tried to focus on the work, the weight of everything—the past, the present, his engagement—pressed down on me. The longer we stayed in this room together, the more the tension grew, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.I glanced at Rage, watching him from the corner of my eye as he examined one of the designs. His sharp profile, the set of his jaw, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the table—everything about him radiated control. But there was something beneath that calm exterior, som

Kylie The grand estate loomed ahead, a reminder of a world I’d stepped away from years ago. As the car pulled up the sweeping drive, I took in the scene before me. The Montez estate was more than just impressive; it was intimidating in its grandeur, with its high columns, sweeping balconies, and vast gardens that stretched out in every direction. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my surroundings, as though I were walking into a space where secrets had been kept for generations.Tonight, I was here for a business dinner with Rage and several influential associates tied to the upcoming collection. I was nervous, yes, but something else lingered beneath the surface—memories that had begun to resurface since my return. I felt them now, stronger than ever, lingering in the darkened windows and familiar hallways of this grand estate.As we entered the foyer, Rage’s hand brushed my elbow to guide me forward, a c