All Chapters of Hidding the Billionaire's Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The air inside Ethan Dawson’s office was sharp — too quiet, too heavy. I could barely hear the hum of the city outside through the glass walls. My hand trembled around the file I was holding, fingers gripping it like a lifeline as if the papers could keep me standing. My pulse was wild, echoing in my throat. He hadn’t moved for several seconds. His back was still turned to me, broad shoulders tense beneath his perfectly tailored suit. The silence between us buzzed like static, and I could almost feel the weight of his thoughts pressing against my skin. Then he spoke — low, controlled, and dangerous. “You’re trembling, Miss Villanueva.” I swallowed hard. “I’m not.” “You are,” he said simply. He turned around then, his gaze locking on mine with unnerving precision. “Why? Is it because of me… or because you have something to hide?” My fingers dug into the folder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” He took a slow step toward me. The sound of his shoes against the

By late afternoon, the office had emptied slightly, but I still felt the weight of Ethan’s gaze. I kept my focus on my laptop, pretending to type, pretending the world wasn’t spinning around me. Then he appeared in the doorway, deliberate and storming, his presence instantly making the air feel heavier. “Why is he here?” His voice was low, sharp, dangerous. His eyes burned into me as he advanced, each step measured. “Marco… my fiance'.. he just come to visit me and brought some foods. ” I started, trying to explain. “I don’t care, it was an office hours. he was not allowed here, I'm not paying each of employees just to sit here and flirt with anyone.” Ethan interrupted, stepping closer. His jaw tightened, his hands clenched. “I don’t want him near you. I don’t want anyone near you except me.” My pulse spiked. His possessiveness hit me like a wave. Every instinct screamed to pull back, to tell him to stop. And yet… part of me trembled at how intense he was. He closed the di

Marco was at my door. I could feel it.my heart hammering in my chest but I couldn’t move. Not while Ethan was here. Not while he refused to leave. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said behind me, his voice low, deliberate… dangerous. My pulse jumped. “Ethan… you can’t.Marco’s—” I started, but he stepped closer, cutting me off with a look so intense it made my knees weak. “I don’t care,” he said softly, almost a growl. “Not about him. Not about anyone. Not tonight. You’re mine.” My stomach twisted. The possessiveness in his tone made me ache, terrified and longing at the same time. “Ethan… I—” He lifted my chin with one hand, forcing me to look at him. “No. Don’t. Don’t speak. Don’t try to stop this. Not when I know you want this too.” I wanted to deny it. I tried to pull back, but his other hand gripped my waist, steady, unyielding. “You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Not tonight. Not ever. Do you understand me?” “I… I shouldn’t…” My v

His forehead still rested against mine, our breaths tangled, warm and uneven.Marco’s thumb brushed my cheek again slow, gentle, steady. A kindness I no longer knew how to deserve.“We’re okay,” he whispered. “We’ll find our way back.”Back.To who I used to be.To who he believed I still was.To the life I cracked the moment I let Ethan touch me again.I forced myself to breathe. To nod. To pretend I could still be the woman he loved without hesitation.“I promise,” I murmured, though my voice trembled like guilt pressed beneath glass. “I’m trying.”He offered a soft, tired smile the kind someone wears when fighting for a future they refuse to lose.“That’s all I need.”If only trying could erase sin.He let me go slowly, handling me like something breakable. His eyes held more patience than anyone deserved to give.“Come on,” he said gently. “Eat before it gets cold.”I took another bite. Sweet pancakes. Strawberries. Comfort. Innocence.I chewed, but the food felt heavy, like it d

The moment the door to my office clicked shut behind him, the world blurred. I couldn’t breathe. I stayed frozen for a heartbeat. then my chest caved in. I grabbed my bag and stumbled toward my desk chair, knees weak, vision burning. Every inhale scraped like glass. I should be thinking about wedding timelines. Dress fittings. Seating charts. Not shaking in the room where I work because a man who isn’t my fiancé just looked at me like I belonged to him. I sank into the chair and bent forward, elbows on my knees, fingers pressed hard over my mouth to smother the sound clawing up my throat. What am I doing? What is happening to me? My breathing broke. shallow, uneven, desperate. Tears spilled before I could stop them, hot and humiliating. Marco’s smile flashed in my mind. Steady, safe, certain. Then Ethan’s voice echoed, I’m not letting you go. And my heart twisted like it didn’t know which life was mine anymore. A sob punched out of me, small but violent, shak