All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Secret Heirs : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~HUNTER~Mia Blackwood arrived at exactly three o'clock, stepping out of her silver Mercedes like she owned the world. She Looked perfect, as always…blonde hair in a flawless chignon, a designer dress that probably cost more than most people made in a month, and a smile bright enough to blind.Everything about her screamed "suitable wife for Hunter Reid."I hated every second of it."Hunter!" She glided toward me, arms outstretched for an embrace that felt like hugging a mannequin. "You look wonderful. Success suits you.""Mia." I kept the hug brief, and professional. "How was the drive?""Perfect. Your mother gave excellent directions." Her laugh was musical, practiced. "She's such a treasure. I can see where you get your charm."Mother appeared as if summoned, beaming as Mia had just declared her the most wonderful woman alive. "Mia, darling! You look absolutely radiant. Come, let's have tea in the sunroom."As we walked through the mansion, I caught glimpses of staff members going

~HUNTER~I stood outside Celine's door for what felt like hours after she had stopped responding to me. The silence on the other side was deafening, broken only by the sound of Caesar's quiet chatter as he played with his toys.My chest felt tight like I couldn't get enough air. The look on Caesar's face when I had snapped at him kept replaying in my mind….the way his little shoulders had slumped, how quickly the light had gone out of his eyes. I would never forgive myself for that.But I couldn't stay here torturing myself. Not when Mother was probably downstairs gloating over the disaster she had orchestrated.I found her in the drawing room with Mia, both of them sipping tea like they hadn't just destroyed my world thirty minutes ago."Hunter, dear," Mother said without looking up. "I was just telling Mia about the lovely gardens. Perhaps you could show her around before dinner?"Mia smiled at me, all perfectly white teeth and calculated charm. "I would love that. Though I have

~HUNTER~Three days had passed since that night in my bedroom, and I was losing my mind.Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of fingers when she served breakfast, every soft smile she gave me when Caesar wasn't looking….it was all driving me to distraction. We hadn't been alone together since then and hadn't had a moment to talk about what had happened between us.Mother left the next morning quietly, just like she always did. This made things more complicated for me.With no reason to skip my usual routines, I threw myself back into work. I spent long hours in my study, trying to ignore how much I missed Celine's touch.It was Friday afternoon when the opportunity finally presented itself.I was reviewing contracts at my desk when I heard the soft knock I had been unconsciously waiting for."Come in," I called, not looking up from the papers spread before me."Excuse me, Mr. Reid." Her voice was carefully formal, and professional. "I'm here to clean the study."I glanced up

~CELINE’S POV~The silence was overwhelming. Hunter showed many different emotions on his face before finally looking resigned but relieved."Yes," he said quietly. "Like I'm his father."My heart stopped. He knew. Somehow, he'd figured it out."You remember," I whispered, my voice barely audible."Not everything. Not at first." His voice was steady but tinged with regret. “I had some scattered memories from that night. I drank too much and then blacked out. But when I was around Caesar and saw his face and movements, pieces of the night started to come back.” I sank onto the edge of the bed, my legs suddenly unable to support me. "When?""I suspected from the beginning. The timing, his age, those blue eyes that match mine exactly. But I wasn't completely sure until recently. The memories finally became clear enough.""Four years ago," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Caroline's friend club. The night the lights went out."Hunter nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. "You were sitt

~HUNTER'S POV~The door to my study slammed shut behind me with more force than I intended. My hands were shaking… actually shaking…as I reached for the crystal decanter on my desk. The amber liquid sloshed against the glass as I poured myself three fingers of whiskey."You're exactly like your mother."Celine's words echoed in my head like a death sentence. I knocked back the drink in one burning gulp, but it did nothing to wash away the taste of her accusation.Cold. Calculating. Willing to destroy anyone who gets in my way.Was that really who I'd become?I sank into my leather chair and buried my face in my hands. The image of Caesar's tear-streaked face wouldn't leave me alone. The way he'd looked between Celine and me, confused and scared by the tension crackling in that small room."I want Mr. Hunter to be my daddy."My chest tightened painfully at the memory of his innocent words. He wanted me to be his father. Not just any father…. ‘his’ father. The man who taught him che