Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hiding the Billionaire's Heir: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Ethan's POV The next meeting was three days later. I arrived earlier than everyone else. I told myself it was because I wanted to review the documents. It wasn't. I wanted to see Katya again. I hated admitting that to myself. For three years, I had tried to accept that she was gone. I had convinced myself that maybe she had moved on. Maybe she had forgotten me. Maybe she had built a completely different life. But seeing her again had brought everything back. The way she looked at me. The way she avoided my eyes. The way her voice changed whenever our past came too close. She was hiding something. I knew it. The door opened. Katya walked in. She was holding a laptop and several folders. Our eyes met. She stopped for half a second. Then she smiled politely. "Good morning." "Good morning." She walked past me and took her seat. Professional. Distant. Like we were strangers. I hated it. But I said nothing. The meeting started. For almost an hour, we discussed

Writing Ethan’s POV The Past We Could Never Bury "Where are they, Katya?" My voice cut through the silence of the office. Katya didn't even bother looking up from the documents spread across her desk. She continued reviewing the contract as though my question hadn't reached her ears. That only fueled my anger. "I'm asking you a question." I stepped closer to her desk. "Where are our children?" Her fingers paused over the papers. For a brief moment, I thought she would finally give me an answer. Instead, she lifted her head and met my gaze with an expression so cold that it made me want to laugh. "Our children?" I clenched my jaw. "Don't play games with me." "I'm not playing anything, Ethan. I'm working. If you have something to discuss regarding the contract, then sit down. Otherwise, I suggest you leave." I stared at her in disbelief. Years. It had been years since she walked out of my life, leaving me with questions that haunted me every single day. An

Ethan’s POV The private lounge of the hotel was quiet, except for the occasional clink of glasses and the low hum of conversations from the other side of the room. I sat across from Kale, my best friend, business partner, and one of the few people who had known me long before I became the man I was today. It had been years since we last saw each other in person. Our businesses have kept us in different countries, forcing us to maintain our friendship through calls and occasional messages. Now that he was finally back, we had decided to work together on expanding our businesses and reaching markets we had only discussed in the past. “So,” Kale said, leaning back in his chair as he studied the documents on the table, “if we finalize this partnership, we can expand our operations overseas without relying too much on third-party investors.” “That's the plan,” I replied, turning a page. “I'll have my team prepare the revised proposal. We can review everything before making the announc

Ethan’s POV I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the contract documents on my desk. Katya was back in my life, and this time, I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass without doing something. I wanted her back. Not just as my business partner, not just as the mother of my children, but as the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But I knew I couldn't simply approach her and tell her that I still loved her. She would probably laugh in my face or walk away without giving me a chance to finish. So, I needed a plan. A proper one this time. "First things first," I muttered, reaching for my phone. I called my assistant and instructed him to arrange a meeting with the department heads for the upcoming business expansion. Since Katya was involved in the project, we'd have plenty of opportunities to work together. Of course, I wouldn't use business as an excuse to bother her. But if we had to work together, I would make sure she saw that I could respect her dec

Katya's POV I thought Ethan Dawson would eventually get tired. Tired of trying to talk to me. Tired of finding reasons to be around me. Tired of pretending that our professional relationship was enough when we both knew he wanted something more. But apparently, I had underestimated him. Because on Monday morning, I arrived at the office and found a bouquet of white roses waiting on my desk. I stopped walking. My assistant, who was busy arranging some documents, immediately noticed me staring at the flowers. "Good morning, Ma'am! Someone sent these for you." I slowly approached my desk, my eyes fixed on the bouquet. There was a small card tucked between the roses. I didn't need to ask who sent them. I already knew. Still, I picked up the card and read the words written on it. *Good morning, beautiful. I hope these flowers make you smile today.* *—Ethan* I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Unbelievable. Of all the things Ethan Dawson could do with his time, he had de