All Chapters of THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zaylien pushed his chair back after breakfast, licking the last bit of jam from his thumb before standing. “I’ll be in the game room,” he said quickly, already halfway out the door. Lucien only smiled and shook his head. That boy never lingered long after meals. The sound of retreating footsteps faded, leaving the dining room quieter. Lucien stacked a few empty plates, but when he looked up, he noticed Zayn was still glued to his tablet. His husband hadn’t looked up once since Zaylien left. Lucien frowned.“Zayn,” he called softly and that earned him no response. He leaned across the table, snatched the tablet right from Zayn’s hands, and set it down with a firm thud. Zayn blinked in surprise, brows furrowing. “Lucien, what was that for?” Lucien crossed his arms. “For the past few weeks, you’ve been married to that screen. If it’s not your tablet, it’s your phone. You barely sit without checking something. Why are you so… distracted lately?” Zayn sighed, dragging a hand t

Zaylien got to the front of his class and paused for a moment. He sighed before reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. The room fell quiet instantly. Conversations froze as heads turned. Dozens of curious eyes locked onto him. The girls, especially, couldn’t hide their stares. Their whispers were quick and sharp across the classroom. “Who is that?” “He looks so… perfect.” “His hair, his uniform… he must be from money.” Zaylien pretended not to notice. His sharp gaze traveled around the classroom until it landed at the far end. There—Arden was seated comfortably, and right in front of him sat Carden. A genuine smile curved Zaylien’s lips. Finally, some familiarity. He walked through the aisle slowly, then pulled out the empty chair beside Arden and sat down. Arden turned, grinning wide. “Late as usual. First day of school and you still couldn’t wake up early?” Zaylien rolled his eyes. “I don’t see how that concerns you.” Carden chuckled from in front of them, not b

Cassien slumped heavily into the leather couch in Zayn’s office, exhaling deeply. He threw his head back against the cushions, let out a long sigh, then turned his eyes toward his Zayn with mock irritation. “Now I regret joining you in this business,” he muttered, his tone dramatic as though he wanted to be pitied. “I can’t even spend quality time with my wife and twins anymore. Do you know how many evenings I’ve missed?.” Across the room, Zayn stood at the wide glass window, his back turned to Cassien. His hands were clasped behind him, his shoulders square, his stance calm but heavy with authority. The city lights stretched before him, but his mind was far beyond the glowing towers. “It’s never too late to turn back,” Zayn replied in a quiet, even voice. Cassien let out a humorless laugh. “Turn back? As if I could do that. You’ve inherited half the wealth of this country, Zayn. You’re sitting at the head of the most powerful syndicate in this nation. And here I am, your loya

The hallway was loud that morning, filled with the endless chatter of students swapping books and trading rumors. Posters for the annual competition were plastered on the walls, taped to lockers, and even stuck on doors that led to the gym. Two students will represent our school this year at the International Challenge! the bold letters declared. Beneath the slogan, a shiny photo showed last year’s winners holding their golden medals, smiles stretched wide, the whole world watching. Zaylien walked beside the twins, Arden and Carden, their steps in sync as they made their way toward the locker room. Arden’s voice was bubbling with excitement, almost too eager to contain. “Can you imagine it?” Arden said, pushing his hair out of his face as he held onto the strap of his backpack. “Two people from our school, standing on that stage, competing against the best. This is huge.” “More than huge,” Carden added, always the one to hype things up even further. “If you’re chosen, you don’t jus

Zaylien plopped onto his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he leaned back against the headboard. His iPad screen glowed in the dim light of his room, lines of information scrolling down. The more he read, the wider his grin grew, until it broke into a sharp and humorless laugh. He swiped his thumb across the screen, pausing at a section, rereading it, shaking his head. Unbelievable. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pressed a familiar number. The line barely rang once before it connected. “Zay?” Arden’s voice came through, low and steady. “Why are you calling this late? What’s going on?” Zaylien smirked, tapping the corner of the iPad with his finger. “I got what I needed.” “What do you mean you got what you needed?” Arden asked, sounding confused. “I mean,” Zaylien said slowly, savoring the words, “I have their information. All of it. The bullies. Every single detail I need to know about them.” There was a short silence on the other end before Arden spo