All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The morning light spilled through the penthouse windows, golden and soft, painting the marble floors with warmth. For once, everything felt peaceful. Maya sat on the balcony, her son playing with toy cars beside her, and her laptop open to the homepage of The Blake Foundation. It had been weeks of progress—charity projects, media praise, and a rare sense of balance between love, work, and motherhood. She was typing an email when her phone buzzed. At first, she ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. “Mommy, your phone is dancing,” her son giggled, pointing at it as it vibrated across the glass table. Maya smiled faintly, but when she glanced at the screen, her heart froze. Trending: #MayaBlakeExposed The words glared back at her like fire. Her pulse spiked. “No… not again.” She tapped the notification, and a flood of posts hit her like waves of venom. Photos—edited and cruel—spread across gossip pages. Fake messages claiming she had cheated on Ethan with one of her busines

The penthouse was silent, but not peaceful. The air felt heavy—like the calm before a storm. Ethan stood in front of the massive screen where the video still played on loop. His face stared back at him from the footage—smiling, leaning close to a woman’s ear as if whispering something intimate.But Maya knew that expression. It wasn’t romantic. It was business—polite, calculated, the look he gave during delicate negotiations.Still, the world didn’t see that. They saw scandal.“Who is she?” Maya asked quietly, standing behind him, her voice fragile but steady.Ethan didn’t turn. “Her name’s Jenna Cross. She was part of the Richardson merger project last year. I only met her twice. This… this is fake, Maya. It’s stitched together from security footage.”Maya took a step closer. “Are you sure?”He finally faced her, pain flickering across his features. “I swear to you—I’ve never touched her. I’ve never betrayed you. Not once.”She searched his eyes, seeing not guilt but fury. Not shame

The night air pressed heavy between them, the glow of the city dimming beneath the weight of Ethan’s confession. Maya stood frozen, her silver gown catching the faintest breeze, her eyes locked on him.“Vera’s sister?” She whispered again, her voice trembling. “Emily Kane… died because of you?”Ethan’s throat tightened. He had faced boardrooms, battles, and betrayals—but nothing terrified him like the fear in her eyes.“I didn’t kill her,” he said, voice hoarse. “But she died because of a choice I made. One that changed everything.”Maya took a step back, tears glinting under the balcony light. “Then tell me, Ethan. All of it.”He hesitated, the old memories clawing to the surface. “Emily was my mother’s personal assistant years ago. She was bright, ambitious, kind… and she fell in love with me.”Maya’s brows furrowed.“I was young and reckless,” Ethan continued. “I didn’t handle it well. When she tried to expose internal corruption in one of our branches, I didn’t believe her. I thou

The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Reed penthouse, golden and warm, filling every corner with light. The usually quiet mansion buzzed with life—laughter echoing through the halls, the smell of frosting and vanilla drifting from the kitchen, and colorful balloons floating along the ceiling.Today wasn’t about boardrooms or battles. It wasn’t about headlines or empires. It was about family.It was Liam’s fifth birthday.Ethan stood in the living room, sleeves rolled up, holding a slightly crooked banner that read, "Happy Birthday, Champ!" Clara, now more of a family friend than an assistant, stood on a chair nearby, trying to tape the other end of the banner without laughing.“Higher, Mr. Reed—just a little!” she said.Ethan raised the banner again, grinning. “Higher? I’m not a giraffe, Clara.”Maya appeared from the kitchen with a tray of cupcakes, her hair tied back in a loose bun. “He’s doing fine, Clara. It’s straight enough.”“It’s leaning,” Clara teased.Ethan

The sea was calm again. Morning sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows of the seaside mansion, painting the floors in waves of gold. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving behind a faint scent of salt and rain.Maya sat on the balcony wrapped in a blanket, a cup of tea in her hands. The envelope—that envelope—lay open on the table beside her. Its contents had shaken her to the core, yet strangely, she felt lighter today.The photograph inside hadn’t been a threat after all. When Ethan finally opened it the next morning, they discovered a note on the back, written in the familiar handwriting of Ethan’s late mother.> “Love will find its way home, no matter how far the tide carries it.”There was no menace, no warning—just a message of peace. The mysterious handwriting, the timing, the delivery… it all felt impossible. But somehow, Maya knew it was meant to remind them of what they’d been fighting for all along.Now, as she looked out at the horizon, she realized h