All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

AlexanderWe ate in silence for a while. The food was good, better than I'd expected from a family restaurant in Connecticut. Around us, conversations flowed, families laughed, the kind of normalcy I'd never quite managed. "Katherine called me yesterday," Anthony said suddenly. I looked up. "What did she want?" "To ask about you. Said you've been distant lately. Not answering her calls." "I've been busy." "With work or with stalking your ex-assistant?" "Can we drop it?" "No." Anthony set down his fork. "Look, I like Katherine. She's smart, ambitious, and good for your public image. But you don't love her." "This again." "Yes, this again. Because someone needs to say it." He met my eyes. "You've been engaged for five years without setting a date. That's not normal. That's avoidance." "It's complicated." "Everything with you is complicated." He signaled for another beer. "What if Madison really has moved on? What if she's dating that Christopher guy, or someone else entirely?

AlexanderWe stood there in the parking lot, the evening air suddenly feeling cold despite the mild temperature. "That kid is too familiar," Anthony continued. "I kept looking at him, trying to figure out why he seemed so recognizable. And then it hit me." "What hit you?" "I remembered someone from my childhood." Anthony's expression was troubled. "A little boy whom I used to play with at country club events. Who asked a million questions and never sat still. Who had this particular way of gesturing when he got excited, like his hands couldn't keep up with his thoughts." My chest felt tight. "Your point?" "My point is that kid reminded me of you, Alex. When you were his age." Anthony paused. "Which raises a very interesting question." "Which is?" "How come that kid is so similar to you?" I wanted to deny it, to laugh it off, to come up with some rational explanation for why a random child in Connecticut would bear any resemblance to me. But I couldn't. Because the moment I'd

MadisonTwenty minutes in, his laughter grew quieter. Thirty minutes, and his breathing slowed to the steady rhythm of sleep. "Out like a light," Mom whispered from her chair, glancing over with a soft smile. I looked down at Ethan, his face peaceful, one hand clutching my sleeve. "I'll take him to his room," I murmured, carefully extracting myself from the couch. Ethan stirred slightly as I lifted him, his arms instinctively wrapping around my neck. He wasn't heavy yet, but he was getting there. Growing faster than I wanted him to. "Sweet dreams, baby," I whispered. I navigated the minefield of toys and settled him into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He mumbled something unintelligible, rolled onto his side, and went still again. I stood there for a moment, watching him sleep. His hair fell across his forehead, his features relaxed and innocent. Alexander's eyes stared back at me from Ethan's face. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and backed out of the room, closin

Madison"It's a long story." Alexander's jaw tightened. "After the engagement, they…" he paused, "…someone drugged me. I don't remember the next forty-eight hours clearly. Katherine had my phone." The words hit me like ice water. "Katherine had your phone?" "She might have seen it and deleted the message. Or someone else who had access." He met my eyes. "I didn't know you were pregnant, Madison. I promise you, I didn't know." I stared at him, searching for any sign of deception. His eyes were clear, direct, holding my gaze without flinching. "So you're saying Katherine saw that I was pregnant and just... deleted it?" "I don't know. Maybe." Alexander's voice turned hard. "All I know is that I was drugged, unconscious, and when I came to, my phone was missing for hours. By the time I got it back, everything seemed normal." "Normal," I repeated, anger building despite the reasonable explanation. "Let's say that's true. Let's say you really were drugged and Katherine deleted my mess

Madison"You can't just buy expensive gifts and expect love in return. That's not how it works." I said, feeling the weight of my words settle between us like a chasm. I wanted him to understand this fundamental truth: genuine connection and affection are earned over time, through effort and heartfelt interaction, not through a transaction. "I'm not trying to buy his love. I'm giving a gift with love. There's a difference." "It looks like you're trying to skip the hard parts. The conversations, the explanations, the actual parenting. You think you can just show up with some expensive toy and suddenly you're father of the year?" "That's not what I'm doing." "Then what are you doing?" I demanded. "Because I don't see a plan here. I see a man who just discovered he has a son and thinks material things will fix years of absence." "You're twisting this." "Am I? You bought him a gift before you even met him properly. Before you asked me if that was okay. Before you considered how I mi