บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The city buzzed with life that Saturday afternoon—laughter, horns, and the hum of conversation spilling from busy cafés. The spring air carried the sweet scent of roasted nuts and coffee from street vendors, and for once, Ethan Blake wasn’t thinking about business meetings or stock prices.He was thinking about ice cream.More precisely, about the small hand tugging at his sleeve, pointing eagerly at a pastel-painted shop on the corner.“Mommy, look!” Liam said, his eyes lighting up. “They have cookies and cream!”Maya smiled down at him. “I see it, sweetheart.”Ethan followed their gaze and tried not to laugh at how serious the boy looked—as if choosing the right flavor were a matter of national importance.Maya hesitated at the door, glancing at Ethan. “You really don’t have to—”He cut her off gently. “I want to.”And so they stepped into Scoops & Dreams, a tiny shop that smelled of vanilla, chocolate, and nostalgia. The bell above the door chimed, and Liam’s eyes widened at the di

Saturday morning came with golden sunlight filtering through thin curtains and the sound of laughter from the kitchen.Maya stood at the counter flipping pancakes while Liam hummed off-key beside her, trying to balance strawberries on his fork. The warmth, the aroma, the gentle music playing from her old radio—it felt like peace.At least, until a familiar knock sounded on the door.Ethan.She didn’t need to look through the peephole; she already knew his knock—firm, controlled, but never impatient.When she opened the door, he stood there in a navy button-down, sleeves rolled, a hesitant smile tugging at his lips. “I brought coffee,” he said, lifting the takeout tray.Maya tried not to smile back. “Bribing your way into breakfast, huh?”“Desperate times,” he said.“Mom!” Liam shouted from inside. “Is that Mr. Ethan?”Maya froze mid-breath. The excitement in her son’s voice was impossible to hide.Ethan’s smile softened. “He remembers my name.”“You did promise ice cream again,” she s

Rain lashed against the villa windows, streaking the glass in wild patterns that mirrored the chaos inside Ethan’s mind. The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls as thunder rolled in the distance. He stood by the desk, fists clenched at his sides, staring down at the printed articles scattered across it—photos, headlines, and the threatening text message still glowing on his phone.Every piece of evidence pointed to betrayal.And for the first time, he couldn’t silence the voice in his head whispering the unthinkable.Maya.Could she have done this?No. The thought was absurd. Cruel, even. But the timing, the leak, the pictures—it all lined up too perfectly.The press knew about the park before anyone else should have. The photos were taken at an angle that suggested access, proximity—someone who’d been close. Someone who knew.And the message... “You should’ve known the past doesn’t stay buried forever.”He’d replayed those words a hundred times in his mind. Each r

The moment those innocent words left the little boy’s lips—“He has eyes just like mine”—everything inside Ethan shattered into motion.The diner air seemed to vanish. For a heartbeat, he couldn’t breathe. He looked at the boy again, really looked—at the way his eyes gleamed like polished amber, the familiar tilt of his chin, and even the small crease that appeared on his forehead when he frowned in curiosity.It was like staring into a mirror from another lifetime.Maya’s voice trembled. “Ethan… please.”He blinked, the truth dawning so painfully it felt like the world cracked in half around him. “He’s mine.”Maya’s lips parted, but no words came. Her silence was the answer.A storm of emotions tore through him—shock, rage, guilt, and grief—all crashing at once. “How long?” His voice was hoarse. “How long have you been hiding him from me?”“Ethan, don’t do this here,” she pleaded, her eyes darting to the people turning toward them.He lowered his tone, but his voice still shook. “Five

Rain still clung to the air like grief when Ethan’s car screeched into the hospital parking lot. He barely waited for it to stop before jumping out, slamming the door behind him. His shoes splashed through puddles as he sprinted toward the emergency entrance, breath ragged, heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst.Maya stumbled after him, clutching her soaked coat tightly around her trembling body. Her mind was a blur of fear, prayers, and images of her son’s smile—the one that had always been her light through every darkness.The moment they reached the reception, Ethan barked out, “Daniel Blake! Six years old—he was brought in from a car accident!”The nurse blinked at his intensity, fingers tapping rapidly on her keyboard. “He’s in the pediatric emergency ward. Down the hall, last door to your left.”Ethan didn’t wait. He ran.The world slowed the second he entered the room.Daniel lay on the bed, small and pale, a bandage wrapped around his forehead. His left arm w