All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Her Silent Tears

The next morning dawned gray and cold, the kind of New York winter morning that seemed to drain color from everything it touched.Maya stood by the hotel window, staring out at the skyline as soft flurries of snow drifted past the glass. The city looked peaceful, almost innocent—so unlike the storm inside her.She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ethan’s face—too close, too intense—his hand brushing her cheek, his breath warm against her skin.The moment before she pulled away had replayed over and over in her mind like a cruel loop. If she hadn’t stopped him… would he have kissed her? And worse—would she have let him?Her chest tightened. She rubbed her palms together, trying to chase away the chill that wasn’t really from the weather.Ethan Blake had once been her entire world.And now, he was her boss.A sharp knock startled her from her thoughts. She turned quickly, adjusting her blouse and forcing her voice to be steady.“Come in.”It was Grace, the comp

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Ethan's Obsession

Back in Chicago, the city’s skyline shimmered under the pale light of dawn.The jet lag hadn’t hit Ethan yet—but something else had. Something far more exhausting.He hadn’t slept properly since New York.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.Maya.The way she’d looked standing by the hotel window, her hair catching the city light.The way her voice had cracked when she’d told him, “Some things are better left in the past.”He’d replayed those words too many times, each repetition cutting deeper.At 6:00 a.m., he was already at his desk. The office was quiet, except for the hum of his computer and the faint clink of his coffee cup.He had a hundred things to do—emails to approve, meetings to prepare for—but his mind refused to cooperate.He typed the same line three times, then gave up and leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand through his hair.What’s wrong with you, Blake?He’d built an empire on focus and control. He’d learned long ago to separate emotion from business. But

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Lunch with the CEO

The morning after the emergency call, the atmosphere at Blake Enterprises was sharper than usual.Everyone could sense something was off with the CEO.Ethan arrived early, looking dangerously composed—the kind of calm that came before a storm. His assistant, Carla, noticed it immediately but said nothing. She had worked with him long enough to recognize when her boss was thinking too much about someone he shouldn’t.And that someone was Maya Porter.He’d spent half the night replaying the moment she rushed out of his office.Her trembling voice. The panic in her eyes.And that slip—“Is he okay?”He hadn’t been able to shake it. The tone, the urgency—it hadn’t sounded like concern for an elderly parent. It had sounded like a mother.And the thought had burned in his chest ever since.At 11:45 a.m., Maya sat at her desk, pretending to focus on a presentation draft. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but her mind was miles away—at the clinic she’d rushed to the day before.Her son, L

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Am Unexpected Gift

The day after their tense lunch, the air at Blake Industries felt heavy with unspoken emotions. Maya had barely slept; Ethan’s words from the restaurant replayed in her mind like a haunting melody she couldn’t silence.> “You can pretend you’ve moved on, Maya, but I know that look in your eyes. You still feel it.”She hated that he was right. She hated even more that she couldn’t control how her heart responded whenever he was near.By morning, she threw herself into work—burying her emotions under spreadsheets, reports, and the sharp clatter of her keyboard. The office buzzed around her, but her focus remained locked on the screen in front of her.That was until a light knock sounded on her door.“Come in,” she said without looking up.Her assistant, Lila, poked her head in. “There’s a delivery for you, ma’am. It’s… kind of personal.”Maya frowned. “Personal?”Lila nodded and stepped aside, revealing a neatly wrapped box in soft gold paper tied with a white ribbon. No card, no logo—j

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The Employee Party

The rain had cleared by morning, but Maya’s mind was still a storm.She hadn’t slept. After Ethan appeared at her door, soaked and serious, she’d frozen—heart pounding, unable to speak. She never gave him an answer that night; she simply closed the door between them, choosing silence over chaos.But his words lingered. “Tell me to leave, and I will. But if you don’t…”Now, standing in front of her mirror in a navy cocktail dress, Maya wasn’t sure if she had made the right decision. She adjusted the strap and sighed. Tonight was the company’s annual Employee Appreciation Gala, and attendance was mandatory. The entire Blake Industries staff would be there—including the CEO himself.She’d tried convincing herself it was just another work event. But deep down, she knew this night would be anything but ordinary.The ballroom of the Crescent Hotel gleamed with chandeliers, gold tablecloths, and the low hum of classical music. Waiters floated between clusters of guests carrying champagne flu

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

The Drunken Truth

The next morning came with the heavy quiet that follows every storm.Maya sat at her kitchen table, her phone buzzing with messages she couldn’t bring herself to open. Last night kept replaying in her mind—the dance, Ethan’s jealous words, and the fire in his eyes when he said, “Liar.”She’d barely slept. And now, every time she blinked, she saw that look again—hurt, desperate, real.Her son, Caleb, was at her sister’s for the weekend, and the apartment felt too quiet. Maybe that was why the sound of her phone vibrating again made her heart skip.She glanced down. “Incoming call: Blake, Ethan.”Her first instinct was to ignore it. But then… She thought of his voice—low, raw, and trembling with emotion—and her hand betrayed her.She answered. “Mr. Blake?”“Maya.” His tone was off. Rough, slurred.Her brows furrowed. “Ethan, are you—are you drinking?”He gave a dry laugh. “Since when do you care?”Her chest tightened. “Where are you?”“Penthouse suite,” he murmured. “The hotel from last

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

The Morning After

The sunlight crept through the hotel curtains, painting soft golden streaks across the tangled sheets. Maya blinked awake, her head pounding faintly, her heart pounding louder. For one brief, blissful second, she forgot where she was. Then she turned—and saw him.Ethan Cross.Shirtless. Asleep beside her.Her breath caught in her throat. Memories of the night before slammed into her like waves—his touch, his voice trembling as he whispered, “I never stopped loving you.” The way she had melted into him, all walls shattering under the weight of their shared past.Now, reality pressed down like stone.She sat up abruptly, clutching the sheet to her chest. Her clothes lay scattered across the carpet, his jacket draped over a chair, his cufflinks glinting under the morning light. She could still smell him—cedar, mint, and sin.Maya pressed a trembling hand over her lips. “What did I do?” she whispered.Across the bed, Ethan stirred. His eyes opened, hazy and slow, then sharpened when they

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A Stranger's Call

The city outside was restless, wrapped in the low hum of traffic and distant sirens. But inside her tiny apartment, everything felt still. Too still.Maya sat on the couch, her laptop open but untouched. The blue glow from the screen lit her tired face, reflecting spreadsheets she couldn’t focus on. Since returning from the business trip, every breath has has felt heavier. Ethan had been colder than ever—professional, polite, and painfully distant.She told herself that’s what she wanted.So why did it hurt so much?Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She frowned at the unknown number flashing across the screen. No name. No message. Just a call.For a second, she hesitated. Then, curiosity won.“Hello?”Silence. Then—“Maya Ajayi?” The voice was male and deep, with a faint accent that made her heart lurch. “You shouldn’t have come back.”Her pulse quickened. “Who is this?”“You know who I am,” the voice replied. There was a sharpness beneath the calm, something that se

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

A Glimpse of Her Phone

The next morning, the Cross Corporation office gleamed with its usual glass-and-steel perfection, but Maya felt anything but composed. The stranger’s warning from the night before kept replaying in her head, each word a weight she couldn’t shake.> “Stay away from him… or he’ll find out everything.”She forced a smile as she stepped out of the elevator, clutching her coffee and pretending not to notice the stares. Gossip still lingered from the last office party—whispers about her and the CEO that refused to die down.Her heels clicked across the marble floor as she made her way to her desk. She could feel Ethan’s office door open just ahead, the faint sound of his low voice drifting out as he spoke to his assistant. She didn’t dare look in his direction.“Morning, Maya,” her colleague, Lena, greeted with a knowing smirk. “Rough night?”“You could say that,” Maya replied, trying to keep her tone neutral.Lena leaned closer. “Rumor is, the boss is in a mood today. Be careful.”Great. J

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Questions Unasked

The rest of the day passed like smoke through Ethan’s fingers—visible, yet impossible to hold.Every meeting blurred. Every voice around him faded.All he could see was that photo.Noah Ajayi.Five years old. Brown eyes flecked with gold.And a face that mirrored his own.By the time the office emptied for the evening, the glass tower of Blake Enterprises was quiet, wrapped in the city’s silver dusk. Ethan sat behind his desk, elbows braced on the polished wood, the faint hum of the skyline echoing his pulse.He had stared at the report so long that the words no longer made sense. Mother: Maya Ajayi. Father: Unknown.Unknown.A single word that mocked him.He leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting to the corner where she always stood during presentations, confident but cautious, her guard never slipping. He remembered her laughter years ago, softer then. The way she used to touch his arm when she wanted his attention.And then she was gone. No explanation. No goodbye. Just a letter a

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