Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LEGACY: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Their Parisian home's study was poorly lit, with only one desk lamp illuminating Nicholas's face as he combed through the papers arranged before him. The only sounds in the tense air were the odd creak of his leather chair and the soft buzz of the metropolis outside. His normally calm manner was overtaken by a maelstrom of emotion that simmered beneath the surface as he turned each page, his jaw clenched.An anonymous email with the single words, "Look closer at your father," was sent to his account as the initial tip, and a file was attached. At first, Nicholas had written it off as a joke or another media tactic to stir things up. However, he couldn't get rid of the persistent suspicion that there was more to the story as the days passed and the allegations of financial malfeasance spread like wildfire.He had finally plucked up the guts to open the file tonight. He discovered incriminating documentation of payments to specific board members, offshore accounts, and backdoor transact

Nicholas sat by himself in his study, the jumbled sea of documents, reports, and emails strewn across the desk illuminated by the dull glow of a solitary desk lamp. His gaze was piercing and unblinking, and his jaw was firm. He was always aware that his father was capable of scheming, but planning a scandal to discredit his son? That degree of treachery was more painful than Nicholas could have ever imagined.He had been putting the pieces together for days, tracing his father's legacy with the help of a small group of devoted allies. Everything came together tonight.Leaning back in his chair, Nicholas gazed at the final report shown on his screen. Everything was there, including recorded talks, backdoor agreements, and money transfers. His business competitor, Damian Steele, and his father had collaborated to plan the media hysteria that had almost brought him to ruin. However, why? Charles Scott, Nicholas's father, had always desired power, but it appeared that he was now prepared

As Cassie put one of the twins, Ethan, in his crib, the gentle sound of a lullaby filled the apartment. He stirred in his sleep, his little fingers gripping the edge of his blanket. Emma sighed softly, already asleep in the next crib. Cassie paused, observing their little faces and pondering how her heart could be so firmly attached to two such tiny creatures.Once she switched off the lamp, the room was filled with the cozy warmth of a nightlight. As she entered the corridor, Nicholas's voice cut through the silence.He yelled out from the living room, "Cassie."Her spine tingled with uneasiness at the tightness in his words. He was sitting on the couch with his phone in her hand. His face was stern as he looked up."What's the matter?” Her heart was already pounding as she asked.Just now, the pediatrician's office called. The twins' most recent checkup yielded some unexpected results.Cassie gasped for air. "Unusual? What does that signify?"With a steady yet worried tone, Nicholas

As Nicholas drove the rental SUV down the twisting country road, the early morning sun illuminated the horizon in shades of pink and gold. With their tiny hands pointing at distant cows grazing, Ethan and Emma, twins, chattered eagerly in the backseat. With an unreadable expression, Cassie sat in the passenger seat and gazed out the window.Nicholas gave her a quick look. “Are you all right?"She gave a slight smile as she nodded. “Indeed. Simply absorbing everything. This place is lovely.”Although Nicholas had made the hasty choice to go on this brief family vacation, he felt it was essential. They needed time away from the turmoil of scandals, business betrayals, and their tense relationship.As they turned a corner and the glittering water came into view, he declared, "Lake Chaumont." Nestled among towering pines, a quaint lakeside home exuded an enticing rustic charm.The twins' excitement was contagious as they shouted with joy. The tension that had existed between them eased as

The gallery was alive with activity, both the clinking of wine glasses and the continuous buzz of chatter. Standing at the room's edge, Cassie felt her heart pounding. This was her night following months of arduous labor, restless nights, and an unrelenting will to establish herself in a setting that valued originality.Her bold and emotional sculptures, which portrayed her tale of love, sorrow, struggle, and triumph, adorned the walls. Her favorite piece was in the middle of the main hall, a vibrant picture of two characters standing side by side but joined by entwining roots. It served as a metaphor for her strained but intricate relationship with Nicholas.Marie Adams, the gallery owner, smiled warmly as she walked up. The critics are already raving about Cassie. “My dear, by tomorrow, this will be the buzz of Paris.”Cassie grinned, but her nerves were still tense. "I'm grateful, Marie. I hope that it strikes a chord with people.Marie gave her an arm pat. "It has already. Savor t