Hiding the Billionaire’s Son (HCS 1) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CHAPTER TENCollideLucy’s POVThe following week moved like a blur of deadlines, presentations, and silent battles with myself. Every time I opened a design file or studied an ad campaign, parang may aninong sumusulpot sa gilid ng paningin ko—pieces of a past I wasn’t ready to confront.But I had no choice but to keep moving. Hong Kong didn’t slow down for anyone.On Thursday morning, I was running late. Ang MRT station sa ilalim ng Central ay parang langgam na pugad ng mga taong nagmamadali. The hum of trains, the clipped announcements in Cantonese and English, and the rhythmic shuffle of leather shoes against tiled floors—it all meshed into a single wave that pushed me forward.My chest tightened as I gripped my tote bag. Inside it was my sketchpad—lagi kong dala kahit na bihira ko nang magamit. A safety net, a reminder na may sarili pa rin akong mundo beyond the chaos.Pagdating ko sa Huang Group lobby, I froze for a beat. The tall glass walls reflected the morning sun, making the

CHAPTER TWELVEUnavoidableLucy’s POVThe following days blurred into a haze of deadlines and sleepless nights. On the surface, life moved as it always had—emails, revisions, client calls—but underneath, I was running on nerves. Ever since that conference room encounter, I had lived in dread of the inevitable.Felix Creed wasn’t the type of man who let things slide.And yet… he hadn’t approached me. Not directly.He moved through the office like a shadow king, always present, always commanding, yet never speaking to me again. But every time he entered a room, my body betrayed me. My breath hitched. My heart lurched. My hands trembled as if my secret—the biggest secret of my life—was written all over me.Max.He couldn’t know. He must never know.Monday morning, Mia dropped the bomb.“Lucy, you’re assisting me with the ECD’s prep this week.” She shoved a stack of folders into my arms, too harried to notice the way my face drained of color. “We need the campaign mock-ups organized befor

CHAPTER FOURTEENShadows of RecognitionLucy’s POVThe weekend arrived, but peace never followed.No matter how much I tried to bury myself in household chores—folding laundry, scrubbing the sink, arranging Max’s toys into neat rows—the echo of Felix’s words lingered like smoke.“You’re hiding something.”I hated how right he sounded.Sunday afternoon, Yaya Mely suggested we take Max to the park by the harbor.“Para makalanghap siya ng sariwang hangin. Nakakulong na naman ’tong bata sa bahay buong linggo,” she said while fussing over Max’s jacket.Max clapped his little hands. “Mama, slide! Mama, swing!”I forced a smile, tucking his scarf under his chin. “Okay, but just an hour, ha?”Outside, Hong Kong pulsed with weekend life. The air smelled of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor, tangled with the briny sting of Victoria Harbour. Neon signs flickered awake even though the sun hadn’t fully set, and trams rattled by carrying passengers in tired silence.The park wasn’t far—just a

CHAPTER SIXTEEN The Edge of Glass Lucy’s POV The morning began like any other—or at least, it was supposed to. Max sat at the table with his favorite cereal, milk dripping down his chin as he tried to balance his spoon like a sword. His laughter should have been enough to steady me, to remind me why I fought so hard to keep this life safe. But my hands still shook as I poured coffee into my mug. “Mommy, look!” Max lifted the spoon, wobbly but determined. The cereal pieces slid off and splattered onto the placemat, and he giggled. I forced a smile, crouching down to wipe his chin. “Wow, champion spoon fighter.” He beamed, showing the little gap in his teeth. Innocent. Pure. A world untouched by secrets. I smoothed his hair back, heart aching. You don’t deserve the weight of what I’ve hidden, Maxie. You deserve mornings filled with laughter, not a mother who can barely breathe. From the kitchen, Yaya Mely’s voice floated in, steady as always. “Lucy, eat something befo

CHAPTER EIGHTEENWhen Names Break WallsLucy’s POV“Lucy?”His voice cut through the hush of the lobby, rich and steady, the way it always had been—but to me, it sounded like a blade.My breath hitched.My name hadn’t sounded like that in years. Not since the nights when it was whispered against my skin, when it was laced with promises I had been foolish enough to believe.I froze.Around us, life carried on—the hum of the lobby lights, the shuffle of the security guards, the muted echo of footsteps on marble. But for me, everything stilled.Because Felix Creed was standing less than ten feet away.Because he was looking at me.Because there was no way to pretend anymore.“Lucy.”He said it again, more certain this time, his brow furrowing as he took a step closer.I forced air into my lungs, clutching the strap of my bag until my knuckles ached. “Mr. Creed,” I managed, my voice thin.His lips parted at the formality, surprise flickering across his face. “So it really is you.”I shoul