All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The elevator ride feels endless. My heart beats fast as I stare at my reflection in the shiny doors. My face looks tired, my blazer is borrowed, and my hands won’t stop shaking. I hold my résumé like it’s the last thing keeping me from falling apart.It’s been five years since I left New York and since I left him.Now I’m back, broke, scared, and praying that this interview will give me a second chance.The company name on the paper says Blake Enterprises. My stomach tightens the moment I read it. Blake.I tell myself it can’t be that Blake. The man I once loved. The man I ran away from.The elevator stops. The doors open, and a rush of cold air hits me. The office is bright and expensive-looking glass walls, people in suits, quiet voices. Everything here screams success.I walk to the front desk. “Good morning, I’m here for the marketing manager interview.”The receptionist smiles politely. “You’ll be meeting Mr. Blake himself. Please wait a moment.”My heart nearly stops. Mr. Blake

The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing the twenty-seventh floor, sleek glass, silver fixtures, and the low hum of productivity. Maya steps out, clutching her tablet like it’s her only defense. Her heels click across the marble floor, echoing louder than her heartbeat.Every step toward Ethan Blake’s office feels heavier than the last.It’s been five years since she walked away from him. Five years since she promised herself she’d never be in the same room again with the man who could unravel her with just a look.And yet, here she is, under his company’s roof, working for him again.“Good morning, Ms. Carter,” says Elise, Ethan’s assistant, looking up from her desk. She’s tall, polished, and efficient and the kind of woman who probably alphabetizes her perfume bottles. “Mr. Blake asked that you join the strategy meeting in ten minutes. Conference room A.”Maya forces a smile. “Thank you, Elise.”Her voice is calm and professional. But her hands tremble slightly as

The city hadn’t quite woken up when Maya stepped out of her apartment, her heels clicking faintly against the marble floor. Dawn light painted the streets gold, but her heart thudded with the dull weight of fear she couldn’t shake. She wasn’t supposed to live like this,, always watching, always worrying that one slip would shatter the quiet life she’d built for herself and her son.Five years of careful distance. Five years of silence.And now Ethan Blackwell was back in her world.She pressed her lips together as she entered the elevator, clutching her tote bag tightly. Inside, buried under paperwork and her laptop, was the photo that had fallen out of her son Liam’s backpack the night before a drawing of their little family, with a stick-figure father drawn tall and bold beside them. She’d stared at it for minutes, heart pounding.Ethan didn’t know. He couldn’t know.When the elevator doors opened at the top floor, she squared her shoulders and slipped into the polished world of Bla

If there was one thing Maya hated more than early mornings, it was attention.And unfortunately, on her first day as the CEO’s new assistant, she had both.The elevator doors opened to the top floor, a place she’d only visited once before, back when she’d been just another face in the marketing department. Now, she stepped out to silence. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. Coffee cups froze midair.Her heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing in the hush.She could feel it, the curiosity, the judgment, and the whispers waiting to begin the moment she passed.Keep walking, Maya. Don’t react.“Good morning,” she murmured as she passed the front desk.The receptionist smiled politely, but her eyes flickered with something else—curiosity mixed with gossip. Maya didn’t need to guess what everyone was thinking. A sudden promotion to work directly under the CEO? People noticed.By the time she reached Ethan’s office, she’d already heard her name twice in half-whispered conversations

The city of New York pulsed with restless energy—lights glittering across glass towers, traffic humming like a constant heartbeat. From the moment they stepped out of the airport, Maya felt as though the city itself was watching her. Every sound seemed amplified, every glance from Ethan heavy with an unspoken past.He walked a few steps ahead, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and composed. Years hadn’t changed the way he commanded attention—calm, sharp, and utterly in control. Yet tonight, beneath that composure, there was something else. Something strained.Maya followed quietly, her heart thudding in her chest. She hated that she could still recognize the rhythm of his stride, the faint scent of his cologne, and the warmth of his presence. Five years should’ve erased all that—but time, it seemed, had only sharpened the edges.When they reached the hotel, the lobby gleamed under gold chandeliers. The receptionist greeted them with professional politeness, though her eyes d