บททั้งหมดของ Hiding the Billionaire’s Son (HCS 1): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CHAPTER TWENTYWhen Walls TrembleLucy’s POVThe office buzzed with its usual rhythm the next day—phones ringing, keyboards clicking, the low murmur of design teams huddled over sketches. But to me, it was all muffled, like I was hearing it through water.Because I knew he was near.Felix.Every time the elevator chimed, my chest tightened. Every shadow that crossed the frosted glass of Elias’s office door made my pulse spike.I had spent years crafting a quiet life, invisible and unremarkable. Now, with one slip of fate, both men who could unravel me were within arm’s reach.Elias appeared first.He leaned against the edge of my desk casually, his suit sharp as always, the faint scent of his cologne drifting between us.“You’ve been distracted lately,” he said softly, but his eyes told a different story. He was studying me the way a hawk studies prey.“I’m fine,” I lied, keeping my gaze on the sketch in front of me.He tilted his head, lowering his voice. “Funny. Because fine people

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOCracks at the EdgeLucy’s POVI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Felix, standing in the hallway, his voice low and unrelenting. This isn’t over, Lucy.The words chased me into dawn, gnawing at the fragile peace I had fought for years to build.When morning came, I plastered on a smile for Max, helped him with his breakfast, and walked him to school. But my chest stayed tight the whole way, like someone was watching, waiting.And maybe someone was.At work, I tried to bury myself in sketches, but the walls felt too thin. Every creak of the office door made me flinch.Elias was sharper than ever. He lingered near my desk, his gaze heavy. “Dinner tonight. Don’t forget,” he reminded me, his voice casual, but the undertone made my blood run cold.I nodded, forcing composure. “Yes, sir.”His lips curved faintly, a shadow of a smile. “Good. We have… important things to discuss.”Important. Loyalty. Truth. His words piled up like stones, each

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURShadows of BetrayalFelix’s POVFor a moment, I couldn’t breathe.The park blurred around me—voices, footsteps, the hum of the city—all muffled, drowned beneath the single truth roaring in my skull.He’s mine.The boy on the swing—Max—laughing, legs pumping clumsily against the air, was my blood. My son.And Lucy—God.Lucy had kept him from me.I staggered back a step, fists trembling at my sides. Every detail I had ignored before, every flicker of familiarity, fell into place like cruel puzzle pieces.The way Max’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. The stubborn crease between his brows. Even his laugh—sharp, unpolished, but carrying an echo I recognized from old home videos of myself as a child.I had looked at that boy once and thought, he feels like mine.Now, there was no doubt.“Lucy.” My voice came out low, hoarse, dangerous even to my own ears.She flinched, guilt carved into every line of her face. “Felix—”“How old is he?” I demanded.Her lips parted, but no

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXWhen the Walls BreakLucy’s POVThe hallway light flickered, buzzing faintly above us. I stood frozen at the building’s entrance, Max clutching my hand, while Felix’s shadow stretched across the tiles.He wasn’t moving. Wasn’t leaving.“I’m not going anywhere,” Felix said again, low, steady. His eyes locked on mine, relentless. “Not until you tell me the truth.”The air between us pressed heavy, suffocating.Max tilted his head up at me, confusion clouding his wide eyes. “Mommy? Who is he?”My heart squeezed.I forced a shaky smile. “A… friend, Maxie. Mommy just needs to talk with him.”Felix’s jaw clenched at the word friend, but he didn’t argue. Not in front of Max.I fumbled with my keys, every nerve screaming against this, and pushed the door open.“Come inside,” I whispered.The apartment smelled faintly of garlic and rice from last night’s dinner. The ordinary scent made the tension even sharper, like Felix’s presence didn’t belong in this fragile, hidden worl

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTShadows at the DoorLucy’s POVMorning sunlight bled through the curtains, but it didn’t chase away the heaviness in my chest.Felix’s words from last night echoed still, looping endlessly in my mind.“I don’t want to take him. I want to be his father. I want him to know me.”For the first time, I believed him.And that terrified me more than his anger ever did.Because if Felix Creed really meant it, then the walls I’d built for five long years weren’t just cracking—they were already rubble beneath our feet.Max bounded into the kitchen, dragging his stuffed toy by one arm. “Mommy! Pancakes?”I forced a smile, reaching for the mixing bowl. “Pancakes it is.”But before I could even crack an egg, another voice answered from behind me.“I’ll handle it.”I froze.Felix stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, moving with a confidence that didn’t belong in my kitchen but somehow fit anyway. He pulled the pan from the rack, setting it on the stove like he’d done it a h