Semua Bab Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Luka's POVThere was a sudden sharp knock on the door and we both jumped.My office usually ran on a knock and open policy so before I could speak Dalton had already let himself in.He took one look at my face and then at her bewildered expression and quickly understood that somehow was amiss."Is this a bad time?" Dalton asked while already backing toward the hallway. "I can come back later."He turned to leave but Cassandra held onto his sleeve. "Please don't go," she implored, her voice pleading. "You have to help me. This man is a complete psycho."She pointed at me with one hand while keeping her grip on Dalton's arm with the other. Dalton's eyes went wide as he looked from her to me then back to her again."What do you mean?" he asked slowly.Cassandra launched into an explanation of everything that had just happened. The way I had stared at her when she came in, how I called her by another woman's name, how I had grabbed her shoulders and refused to let go even when she told m

Luka's POVHe asked about her work experience, her strengths and weaknesses, and where she saw herself in five years. Cassandra answered each question with confidence. She knew exactly what to say and how to say it. She sold herself as the perfect candidate.When Dalton asked about her vision for the role, Cassandra leaned forward slightly, genuine enthusiasm showing in her eyes."I see this position as more than just administrative work," she responded. "A good secretary anticipates needs before they arise. They understand the business well enough to make informed decisions when the executive isn't available."It was exactly the right answer. It showed that she understood the role and had the intelligence to excel at it. Even I had to admit, grudgingly, that she was good at this.The interview lasted about twenty minutes. By the end, Dalton was nodding along with everything Cassandra said, clear approval written across his face."Well, Miss Craven," Dalton said while closing the fold

Valeria's POV"Hello?""Valeria dear, this is Isabella Thorne."The relief that flooded through me was so intense. It was just Luka's mother."Mrs. Thorne, I wasn't expecting to hear from you." I couldn't keep the smile away from my tone.There was a pause on the other end of the line. When she spoke again, her voice was gentle. "I'm sorry for calling out of the blue. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.""No, not at all. I was just working. How are you?""I'm doing well, thank you for asking. How are you? How have you been?""I'm fine…" I answered, then paused because I wasn't sure what to call her. We had been close once, back when I was much younger, but that felt like a lifetime ago. So much had changed between then and now. So many bridges burned and relationships destroyed. "I'm fine, Mrs. Thorne."There was another pause from her, longer this time. "No dear, please, none of that. You and my son might not be married anymore but you're still a daughter to me. You gave

Valeria's POV My heart shattered into a million pieces. Elliot was a strong kid who rarely cried. Even when he got hurt or scared, he usually held it together. Whatever had happened today must have really hurt him.I rushed around the table and pulled him into my arms. He buried his face in my shoulder and sobbed while I held him tight. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my own face too. Seeing my baby in this much pain was unbearable."It's okay," I whispered while rubbing his back. "It's okay, baby. Let it out. I'm here."We stayed like that for several minutes while he cried and I cried with him. Finally, his sobs started to quiet down. He pulled back from me and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand."I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick from crying. "I'm sorry for crying like a baby.""No," I disagreed firmly, cupping his face in my hands. "Don't you ever apologize for expressing your emotions. Do you hear me? Never. Crying doesn't make you a baby. It means you'r

Valeria's POV I drove Elliot to school the next day. I let him sit in the passenger seat beside me instead of his usual bumper seat. I wanted him to be close to me. He sat looking forlorn. I knew by his expression that he was not eager about school today. I tried to talk to him about some science documentaries I downloaded on his tablet recently, and that I knew he must have watched. All efforts to make him cheerful proved abortive, however.It made me clench my knuckles on the steering wheel so hard. I was going to talk to his principal today. She would have those kids tender an apology to my son at the very least, so he could be his cheerful self. I missed our little chats and teasing.We pulled up to Whitmore Prep and I parked in the visitors lot, turning off my engine."Ready?" I asked.Elliot nodded but did not say anything.We walked to the entrance together, his hand in mine, and once we got inside, I knelt down to his level."You're going to be okay today, I promise. If anyth