All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET SON: BETRAYAL AND BLOODLINE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I couldn’t breathe. The applause from the auditorium still echoed in my ears, but my chest felt like it was caving in. Ethan’s shining moment, His perfect performance, The award clutched in his small hands—none of it mattered now because Damien’s eyes had found us. He didn't just find us. He looked, pierced, relentless, and seared through the crowd until every nerve in my body screamed with a warning I could no longer ignore. “I want to meet his parents,” Damien had said. My legs trembled immediately when I heard that. My palms turned clammy. The air thickened with invisible chains that bound me in place. I shook my head quickly, forcing a smile I didn’t feel, clinging to composure like it was my last weapon. “Not now,” I whispered. “It’s late. He’s tired.” Damien’s gaze narrowed. “Sophie,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue like it always had that night—the night that changed everything—firm, dangerous, yet intimate. “Introduce me to his father. Is

Damien's POVI couldn’t sleep the night before.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan’s face.His smileHis mannerismsHis eyes—those damn eyes.The same stormy gray that haunted me in the mirror every day.It was too much to be a coincidence.It was too perfect to be fate.I paced my office the next morning.Fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey I hadn’t touched.I couldn't drink anymore—not since I promised myself I’d never numb my decisions again.But today… Today was different.I stared out the wide glass window of my office.The city spread beneath me like a living beast, pulsing with lights and secrets.Her voice kept echoing in my head:"He’s not your son, Damien. Let it go."I couldn’t breathe that day. And when I asked to meet his parents, Sophie panicked like a criminal caught red-handed.Why? Why run if you had nothing to hide?Then the door opened softly without a knock. My assistant stepped in, her voice low, as if she feared even the walls hearing her.“Good

Lucas POVI wasn’t supposed to hear it.God knows, I wasn’t.But fate has a way of shoving you into the mess you’ve been trying to avoid.I walked innocently to get—a glass of water in the kitchen.Sophie’s laughter floated in from the terrace like a melody I once thought belonged only to me.I stood back, checking which of the rooms it could come from. It wasn’t just laughter.It was broken, brittle, jagged at the edges.Then comes Katie's voice. I froze when I heard Kattie’s voice.It was sharp, a whisper laced with urgency.“Tell him, Sophie. Tell Lucas before Damien finds out. If Lucas learns the truth first, it’s over for all of you.”The glass in my hand trembled.Water rippled and spilled over my fingers, sliding down to the marble floor.Truth?What is the truth?What truth is she talking about? I moved closer—quiet, deliberate.Every muscle in my body screamed betrayal, but my heart…My heart was pounding like a war drum.Sophie’s voice came next, softer, strangled.“Kat

The house was too quiet that night.The kind of quiet that presses against your chest like a weight you can’t breathe through.Lucas had barely said a word to me since the confrontation earlier—the way he walked away.His silence was louder than any scream. I thought maybe he’d gone to sleep. Maybe I could survive one more night without explaining. But I was wrong.The door to our bedroom clicked shut behind me, and there he was. Sitting in the dark, his figure was outlined by the faint glow of the city lights slipping through the curtains.“Lucas?” My voice cracked like glass against tile.He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just sat there, head slightly lowered, hands clasped tightly together like he was holding himself back from shattering.“Why are you sitting in the dark?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light, but it came out as a whisper, trembling with fear. I couldn’t swallow.He lifted his head slowly. His eyes caught the sliver of light—cold, steel blue, but burning with s

Sophie POVI walked into the room like I was heading into a storm.He was already there.Seated at the far end of the private dining hall, his posture screamed control.The kind of control that wasn’t natural.The kind you build when you’re on the edge of losing everything.His eyes lifted the second I stepped in.Those same gray eyes.The ones I used to drown in.The ones that haunted me on sleepless nights.The ones Ethan had.I froze.Because for a split second, I saw recognition there.And something darker.Determination.“Sit,” he said, voice low and even.Like a command.Like he still had that power over me.I wanted to run.God, every nerve in me screamed to turn and bolt out of that room.But running would confirm what he suspected.Running would destroy me.So, I sat.The table between us felt like a thin line of defense in a war I was losing.He didn’t smile.Didn’t speak right away.Just stared at me like I was a puzzle with one missing piece.The piece that would make sens