The Billionaire's Secret Baby. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

That night Anna couldn't sleep. She rolled and rolled till it was dawn in the morning. Anna felt she needed time away to breathe, to think, and to decide what to do with the secret burning in her hands and heart. But before she left Brooklyn, she had to see Noah in Manhattan first.The school gates gleamed beneath the late afternoon sun. She approached with a flicker of hope—only for it to be smothered.Two operatives in black suits flanked Noah’s car, their stance unyielding. The driver stood rigid, eyes glinting with a cold detachment. As Anna stepped forward, their bodies shifted, forming a wall that cut her off.From behind the tinted glass came the muffled thump of small fists and Noah’s eager cry—“Mommy! Mommy!” His voice, bright with excitement, barely pierced the barrier. His little legs dangled, too short to reach the ground, and the locked door kept him caged, his tiny hands pressed desperately against the window.“Sorry, ma’am. You can’t see the young master without Mr. Kni

Anna’s stomach lurched the moment she saw him, she almost puked the pasta still sitting in her mouth.She hadn’t heard a single footstep; Alexander seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost slipping from the ceiling.She froze, with her fork mid-air, he didn’t say a word. He just glided past her as if she was invincible, then he lowered his tall figure into the head of the long, gleaming dining table ‘His rightful throne.’ Chef Greene slipped in quietly with another tray, as if on cue, setting down a silver cloche in front of him. The scent of rosemary and seared beef filled the room.Anna forced herself to chew, convincing herself ‘Never to flinch’. If she allowed him to see her rattled, then it was a win for him.Alex lifted his fork and knife with deliberate calm, the scrape of his cutlery against the plate cut through the silence like a blade. Then he stopped, his hand stilling mid-motion “Ms. Carter,” he said at last. His voice was smooth, deceptively calm, but benea

The moment Alex got the IT feedback, he called Zachary, head of Knight Security. “Tighten every corner,” Alex ordered. Minutes later, the team spotted a teenage boy loitering outside, his encircling around the block was too often to be innocent. At first, a guard sent him away, but when he returned, texting furiously, Zachary gave the order. “Bring him in.” The boy stammered, protesting, but his phone revealed he's been texting a single encrypted number, tracking movements around the building. “He’s a spy,” one operative muttered. On comms, Alex’s voice was cold. “Get his phone.” “And the boy?” Zachary pressed. He paused, as his tone dropped, hard with restraint. “Let him go, he’s just a pawn.” The operatives exchanged looks but obeyed. The boy ran, leaving the phone still buzzing with encrypted messages. Zachary stared at it, uneasy. “If this is the pawn… then how close is the one pulling the strings?” ****************** Anna’s heart pounded as her fingers danced clumsil

“So,” Alex’s voice cut through the silence like glass breaking, “do you mind explaining what you girls are up to?” His gaze pinned Anna where she sat, cold and unrelenting. “First it was an encrypted message… and now it’s a kidnapping.”His tone wasn’t raised, but it might as well have been thunder. The weight of it pressed into Anna’s chest, making it hard to breathe. His eyes seemed to strip away her defenses, demanding the truth she couldn’t give.Anna’s throat went dry, her fingers twisted together beneath the table. ‘If I tell him about the file… that will ruin everything.’“I…” she stammered, her voice faltering. “I…I….”Before she could unravel completely, a burst of light broke the tension.“Mommy!”Noah barreled through the sitting room into the dining space, sneakers squeaking on marble, grin wide as sunlight.Anna exhaled shakily, relief softening her shoulders as she caught him in her arms. His warmth pressed against her chest, grounding her.“Mommy,” he chirped, “my tutor

Gary Wolfe had once been a ghost in the system, an operative who wore both the FBI and CIA badges at different points in his career. He walked away from federal corridors of power to run his own investigations. He is independent, untouchable, and loyal only to the truth he dug up. Truth, however, had a price, and Gary worked only for those who could afford his strange fees.Almost never seen in his true form, he favored disguises: sometimes a middle-aged woman in a thrift-store coat, other times a nurse with tired eyes, a church matron clutching rosary beads, a street vendor hawking roasted nuts on a corner on the rare occasion he appeared as himself, it was always in shadows, his presence fleeting, like a rumor given shape. Those who had crossed his path said the same thing: “You don’t find Gary! Gary finds you.”Yet for all his masks, Gary himself had none. He was a man without attachments, not in college or in the Bureau, even in the hollow years when whiskey was next to none to hi