บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Secret Heirs : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

~CELINE'S POV~(One hour earlier: At the hospital, before the motel confrontation)The discharge papers felt like lead in my trembling hands as I signed the final line, my signature barely readable through the haze of exhaustion and shock. The pregnancy report was still burning a hole in my pocket, its secret weight making every movement feel surreal.I couldn't bring myself to look at Clancey as we made our way through the sterile hospital corridors toward the exit. His words from earlier kept echoing in my mind—"I want to be here, Celine. Something about you two makes me want to be a better person."He had known us for less than a day. How could he possibly mean that?‘He must be a flirt,’ I told myself firmly, clutching Caesar's hand a little tighter. ‘Obviously a smooth talker who says whatever women want to hear.’When Clancey's warm hand reached out to steady me as I stumbled slightly, I flinched away from his touch so violently that he immediately dropped his arm."I'm sorry,

~HUNTER'S POV~The sight of that bastard's hand on Celine's shoulder sent molten rage coursing through my veins like poison. My reasonable mind….what little remained of it…screamed that I should ask if she was okay. I should find out what had happened, why she had been rushed to the hospital, whether she was hurt or in pain. Vincent's voice echoed somewhere in the back of my skull, reminding me that Celine must have had reasons for leaving.Reasons? What fucking reasons could justify this? Justify her running away with my son, taking my mother's blood money, and apparently throwing herself into the arms of the first man who showed her attention?The stranger's fingers were still curved protectively around her shoulder, and something primal and violent twisted in my chest. She was mine. Caesar was mine. This picture-perfect moment of domestic bliss they had created was built on lies and betrayal."Let's go, Celine." My voice came out harder than I'd intended, but I was beyond cari

~CELINE'S POV~The city lights blurred past the Ferrari's windows in streaks of gold and white, but something was wrong. This was not the route to Hunter's mansion…I had made that drive enough times to know every turn, every landmark that signaled we were almost home. How different this felt from all those bus rides I used to take as his maid, pressed against the window watching these same streets pass by while squeezing my small purse and thinking about grocery lists and cleaning schedules."We're going the wrong way," I said, my voice cutting through the muggy silence that had settled between us like a living thing.Hunter's hands remained locked on the steering wheel, his knuckles still white with tension. He did not even glance in my direction, did not acknowledge that I had spoken at all. The silence stretched on, punctuated only by Caesar's soft breathing from the backseat and the low purr of the engine.‘He won't hurt us,’ I told myself, the thought circling through my mind

~HUNTER POV~I pushed through the glass doors of the lobby, my footsteps echoing against the marble floor. Henry, the valet, stood waiting with his endless smile—the kind that never wavered, no matter how late I arrived or how dark my mood."Your keys, sir," he said, extending them with that cheerful behavior I had grown used to over the years.The Golden Lock had been my sanctuary once—a place I had purchased to escape my mother's suffocating expectations and the weight of the Reid name. How ironic that it had become a prison for the woman I loved. But she had left me no choice.The anger still burned in my chest, hot and consuming. I wanted to hurt her the way she had hurt me, to make her understand the wreckage she had caused. But earlier, trapped in that elevator with her, all I had wanted was to pull her into my arms, to let her whisper sweet lies while I buried my face in her hair and pretended she hadn't tried to steal my son and disappear from my life forever.Vincent ha

~CELINE POV~I pulled Caesar away from my arms, standing up straight. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Hunter would find out eventually….Dr. Martinez was on his payroll, and of course, she would report every detail to him."I'm ready," I said, my voice loud but surprisingly calm.Dr. Martinez pulled her phone away from her ear for a brief moment, speaking to whoever was on the line, assuring them not to worry. She slipped the phone into her jacket pocket and walked toward me.I grabbed Caesar's hand tightly, as if holding him could somehow make everything better. What had I been thinking? Why was I so sure I could keep this from Hunter?"Miss Brown, please take your seat. I don't want to stress you… It might not be good for you," Dr. Martinez said in her professional tone.I did as I was told, settling onto the couch. Caesar wasted no time sitting beside me, his small hand still wrapped tightly in mine.We watched Dr. Martinez work with practiced efficiency. She asked a few