All Chapters of Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Valeria’s POVThe driver Clark sent was already outside by the time I finished dragging my last suitcase down the stairs. Not a word came from Luka’s room. Not a single sound to indicate he even cared that I was leaving. No goodbyes. No apologies. Not even a glance.The driver was a quiet man, polite enough to offer help, but I declined. There was something about packing up my own things that made it feel more final—more mine. He loaded all five of my suitcases and the carry-on into the trunk while I stood outside the massive gates of the mansion that had been my prison for the past three years.I wasn’t ready to get in the car yet. My feet remained rooted to the ground as I stared at the house. The towering pillars. The sprawling balcony I was never allowed to use. The garden I wasn’t allowed to tend to because Luka said it made the gardener uncomfortable. Every inch of it looked like paradise from the outside, but I knew better now.It was a cage.Still, some pathetic part of me wai

Valeria’s POVSeven years.Seven whole years since I left the States, pregnant and heartbroken, with nothing but a carry-on bag and a secret growing inside me.Now here I was again—standing at the arrival gate of JFK, holding the hand of the little boy who had become my whole world.“Valeria!”I turned just in time to see Clark—my father’s ever-loyal assistant—cutting through the crowd, waving at me with a bright smile on his face. He looked exactly the same as I remembered him: tall, sleek, always impeccably dressed in dark suits and matching ties. If not for the wrinkles near his eyes and a few grays in his neatly combed hair, I could almost believe time hadn’t touched him.“Clark,” I smiled, and let go of Eliot’s hand to give him a quick hug. “You didn’t have to come personally.”“Are you kidding?” he said, stepping back. “Your father would have had my head if I didn’t show up myself. He’s been checking his phone every five minutes since your plane took off.”I laughed softly. “Sou

Luka’s POVI didn’t move a muscle as Valeria stepped up to the podium, the child still clinging to her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he belonged to her.To us.The applause had quieted, but my ears were still ringing. My heart pounded against my ribs, my jaw clenched so tightly I thought I’d shatter my teeth. I should’ve stormed up to the stage, ripped the mic out of her hand, demanded answers in front of everyone.But I didn’t.I sat back down and waited.She looked too composed—too calm. Like nothing about this moment was unnatural. Like she hadn’t just shattered my entire world with a single smile and a boy who looked like he’d walked out of my own childhood photos.She began her speech, talking about the children she’d worked with overseas, about building communities in places that had been overlooked for far too long. She spoke eloquently. Passionately. Her voice didn’t waver once.The audience was moved. I could hear it in the hum of agreement, the o

Luka’s POVI stood at the entrance of the event hall, watching her car disappear into the night.It took every ounce of self-control I had not to go after her.I could’ve gotten into my own car and told the driver to follow them. Hell, I knew her address. I knew exactly where she was going. But that invisible line—the one drawn not by law, but by power—held me in place.Because Eren Daelmont wasn’t just anyone.He was the Eren Daelmont.The kind of man you didn’t cross unless you had a death wish—or an army of lawyers and allies powerful enough to hold him off. Despite the success I’d earned over the last few years—despite the empire I had built with my bare hands and the name I’d carved for myself in ink and blood—Eren could crush me if he wanted to.And Valeria knew it.That’s why she ran behind his name like it was a fortress. And right now, it was.I clenched my jaw, the muscle ticking as the black car rounded the corner and disappeared from view.I still couldn’t believe it.A so

Valeria's POVWith the help of my father, I hired one of the best lawyers in New York—Lillian Wilmer.She didn’t come cheap, but that wasn’t a concern for my father. Eren Daelmont wouldn’t bat an eyelash at legal fees if it meant protecting his grandson. And I… I just wanted someone competent. Someone who wouldn’t falter under Luka’s aggressive legal team or let me be steamrolled in court.She had come highly recommended, and even before meeting her, I’d heard whispers of her courtroom prowess. It wasn’t just that she had a near-perfect track record, it was how she handled herself—with grace, precision, and a tongue so sharp it could slice through steel.She came to the Daelmont mansion for our meeting, and the moment she stepped through the doors, I understood why people spoke about her the way they did. Lillian was gorgeous, dressed in an impeccably tailored navy pantsuit that clung to her tall frame in a way that was both elegant and commanding. Her heels clicked against the marble