บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Secret Baby.: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“After all we’ve done to keep our business clean?” Alex Pov. I was twelve when my father brought home a skinny boy with tangled blonde hair, bruises on his face, and eyes that looked long dead. “This is Eric,” Father said in his usual frigid tone, addressing my mother and me. “He’ll be living with us from now on.” Mother’s face turned ghostly pale. Her hands, still coated in flour, clenched tightly against her apron. “Who is he?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Father’s glare silenced me, but Eric answered, voice sharp and bitter. “I’m his bastard. My mother was his maid in Tokyo.” Mother gasped, a quiet sob escaping as she turned away, tears already spilling down her cheeks. Father didn’t acknowledge her grief. “You two will grow up as brothers. Treat him as such.” I tried. God knows I tried. But Eric never let me. He would sneak into my room at night, whispering venom in the dark. “You think you’re better than me because your mother wears a wedding rin

“His life, is too expensive a price to pay. For me…for Noah and for our peace” “Dr. Harris, I’m calling off the contract,” Alex said coldly, voice sharp as steel. “Your consultant here refuses to be sensitive or conduct herself professionally. The deal is over. Our legal team will contact yours to sort out the financial consequences of this breach.” Before Dr. Harris could even respond, the line went dead. Anna’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Alex, you’re the one being insensitive! Do you have any idea what this could cost me? If Dr. Harris files a report, I could lose my license. My credibility. Everything I’ve worked for!” “I’d love to watch,” he snapped, eyes gleaming with a challenge. That did it. “Stay away from me,” she hissed, voice trembling with restrained fury. “Ever since you walked back into my life, it’s been chaos. One problem after another. Your world of power and control—it’s too much. Too arrogant. Too dangerous. A normal person like me can’t survive in it.” She s

“I am not promising that my darkness is not totally gone Anna. But I’m trying.” I’ve been working late into the night these days, combing through every single file tied to Eric’s business dealings and guess what? The bastard’s been siphoning company funds into personal accounts. Is he in debt? It wouldn't be a surprise. When he’s tangled up with Mafians. And let’s be honest mafians don’t come with honesty guarantees. They deal in secrets, threats, and lies dressed in expensive suits. Well, that’s his cross to carry. I’ve got mine. Amidst the chaos, I realized that I hadn't apologized to Anna. So I slipped out across the hall to her room. Honestly, I had zero intention of going back to mine tonight. 😜😜😜 But what I saw when I pushed open the door—there he was, Little Mr. Knight, curled up right in the very spot I had planned to spend the night. Arms wrapped around his mother like he owned the place. I stood there for a moment, just watching them. My chest tightened with a pang I

The city glowed below them, a scatter of light across black glass. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Sophia Bennett in a silhouette—poised, expensive, but dangerous. Her blood-red nails clinked softly against the rim of her wine glass as she stared out into the night. Venomous Eric Knight, leaned against the marble bar, a tablet in his hands. “Eric, If this is another tabloid setup, spare me the theatrics, I don’t wreck men for fun. I only destroy those who deserve it. “And you think he doesn't deserves it?. Cut me some slack Sophia! Your precious Alex—Knight in shining hypocrisy—has more skeletons than the catacombs of Paris. I’m just handing you a flashlight.” Sophia turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. “I’m listening.” Eric walked over slowly, his footsteps echoing off the stone floor. He dropped the tablet onto the coffee table in front of her. On the screen: Confidential documents, satellite images, wire transfers, an official seal from the Ministry of Environment, and a

“This is someone who knows exactly where to cut.” KNIGHT ENTERPRISES – EXECUTIVE BOARDROOM – MANHATTAN – MORNING The Manhattan skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling glass like nothing had changed. But inside the obsidian boardroom, everything had. Alex Knight sat still, sleeves rolled, jaw locked. A man used to pressure but not this kind. His phone vibrated endlessly on the table beside him. Screens around the room exploded with headlines. His Head of PR slid a tablet forward, her hands slightly trembling. BREAKING: Knight Enterprises Implicated in Toxic Mining Scandal; Environmental watchdogs demand CEO Alex Knight step down He scanned the page silently. Then leaned back, eyes unreadable. “How old is this?” “Twenty-five minutes. Sir, it’s already trending in twenty-one countries.” He didn’t flinch. But something in him shifted. Across the table, MARLA SHAW, COO and war-hardened fixer, muttered low. “They’ve turned the knives inward. This isn’t journalism; it’s assassi