All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET SON: BETRAYAL AND BLOODLINE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sophie’s POVThe restaurant was supposed to be safe.Kattie had picked it—a quiet corner place with warm lights and muted music.She’d said no one would bother us there.She said I needed to breathe.But I couldn’t breathe.Not really.Because Damien was in my head.Everywhere I turned, every shadow, every sudden glance—I felt him.Watching.Waiting.Wanting.---Kattie reached across the table, her hand brushing mine.“You’re shaking, Sophie.”“I’m fine,” I whispered.I wasn’t.My hands were trembling so hard that the spoon rattled against the porcelain cup.“You’re not fine,” she insisted, holding my hands. Her eyes were fierce, the way they always were when she decided to fight for me even when I was too weak to fight for myself.“Sophie, you need to tell Lucas everything. All of it. He’s your husband. He should be the one protecting you and Ethan.”I bit my lip.The word "protect" felt like a cruel joke.Lucas couldn’t protect me from Damien.No one could.“Lucas won’t underst

Damien’s POVHale’s voice was deliberate.Cold.Like each word he gave me was a coin I had to pay for.“They were careful,” he said. “Your name never came up, but the tone was clear. They were talking about protecting Ethan… from you.”The silence in my office deepened.It wasn’t just silence.It was an accusation.It was truth slipping through cracks.Sophie!!! Protecting Ethan from me.Why?My pulse hammered, but my face stayed stone.I leaned forward, elbows on the desk.“Are you certain about this?”“Yes,” he responded. Her friend warned her to tell Lucas. Sophie said she couldn’t. I feel it was fear, Mr. Knight, and you know fear has a way of revealing truth.”“She is afraid!!! Yes.That is Sophie.She is always trembling, always hiding, always running.Fear doesn't exist without cause.”---When Hale left, I poured whiskey into the crystal.The burn was sharp, but it did nothing to settle me.Because this wasn’t enough.Hale’s words weren’t proof.Suspicion wasn’t proof.Ec

Damien’s POVThe words were already burning my tongue before I spoke them.“A paternity test.”Sophie froze.Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening just enough to betray what I already knew.Fear.She masked it quickly, trying to pull her composure back around her like a cloak.But she was too late.I’d seen the crack.And once you see a crack, you know the wall is already broken.Her knuckles whitened as she clutched her purse.“Damien,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Don’t do this.”Her plea was music to my ears, because it meant I was right.I stepped closer, keeping my voice low.“This ends now. One test. One answer. That’s all I need.”She shook her head furiously, tears brimming.“You don’t understand what you’re asking.”“Oh, I do.”My tone was ice.I leaned closer until she could feel the heat of my breath.“I’m asking for what’s mine.”Her throat tightened.Her silence screamed louder than words.I had her.For years, I’d lived with shadows, questions, and regrets.For

Sophie’s POVI thought I had already reached the peak of my fear.I was wrong.When Kattie appeared again, it wasn’t like a friend returning home. It was like a shadow slipping under a locked door. One moment I was sitting in the quiet of my living room, clutching a glass of water I hadn’t even tasted, and the next, her voice cut through the air.“You need to prepare Ethan.”The glass nearly slipped from my fingers. My heart jolted so violently I thought it might tear free from my chest. “Kattie?” My voice came out sharp, cracked, uncertain.She stepped inside as if she had never been gone, like she hadn’t left me alone in the storm of Damien’s obsession. But something in her was different. Her eyes were colder, sharper, carrying a weight I couldn’t read.“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask, though my throat felt tight and my words were weak.She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she placed a slim folder on the coffee table. My eyes fixed on it, terrified of what it m

Sophie PovI had been waiting for silence.The kind of silence that felt safe.But instead, silence turned into a storm.Because Kattie told him.She told Lucas the one truth I had fought to bury.And the moment the words left her lips, my world caved in.Lucas came home like a fire.The door slammed so hard the frames rattled.His footsteps were thunder.His breathing was a storm.I froze in the living room, my heart racing like prey waiting for the predator to strike.He stood there, his chest rising and falling fast, his fists clenched at his sides.His eyes burned with betrayal.“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked.His voice was sharp, loud, and unforgiving.I opened my mouth, but no words came out.The floor might as well have split beneath me.He took a step closer.The veins in his neck tightened.“You let me raise him,” he growled.“You let me believe he was mine. And all this time—you knew there was a chance.”I shook my head desperately.“It wasn’t like that, Lucas.”