Semua Bab The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The crowd in the airport buzzed like a restless sea of movement—voices blending, luggage wheels clattering, and flight announcements echoing above. But amid the chaos, Ethan Reed stood still, breath uneven, heart pounding. His usually composed demeanor—the same calm confidence that commanded boardrooms—was gone. He looked almost desperate as his eyes swept the terminal.“Maya!” he shouted over the noise, his voice cutting through the air.Heads turned. Passengers slowed. Some even whispered—yes, that Ethan Reed, the billionaire CEO from the news. But he didn’t care. Not this time. The only thing that mattered was finding her before she walked out of his life again.He caught a glimpse of her—dark hair tied in a loose bun, her coat drawn tight, her hand gripping a small suitcase. She was standing near Gate 12, frozen for a moment as if debating whether to turn around.Ethan’s chest clenched. He started running.“Maya!” he called again, louder, drawing the attention of nearly everyone n

The rain had stopped by morning, but the storm between them hadn’t.After the mysterious message last night, Maya barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the words again—Ask Ethan what he did the night before you left five years ago.Ethan’s silence had said more than any lie could.Now, as the first sunlight crept through the blinds of the penthouse guest room, she stood at the window, arms wrapped around herself, wondering if she’d made another mistake letting him close again.Behind her, soft footsteps sounded. Ethan’s voice was careful. “You’re up early.”She didn’t turn around. “Couldn’t sleep.”He hesitated, then walked closer. “Was it about the message?”“Yes.”A heavy silence settled between them.Ethan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Maya, I swear—whatever you think that message meant, it’s not what it seems.”“Then explain it,” she said sharply, turning to face him. “Right now.”His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with guilt. “It’s… complicated.”She

The next morning dawned with the faint hum of city life drifting through the penthouse windows. Sunlight streamed in soft streaks across the marble floor, where tiny footprints marked the trail of a certain five-year-old who had insisted on breakfast in his superhero pajamas.Maya smiled faintly as she flipped pancakes on the stove. The scent of butter and syrup filled the kitchen—a smell that felt almost domestic, almost… normal.Ethan walked in, still in a crisp white shirt and navy tie, his hair slightly tousled. “Something smells amazing,” he said, slipping his arms around her waist from behind.She froze for a moment, the spatula hovering over the pan. It wasn’t that she didn’t want his touch—it was that she wasn’t used to it. Not anymore.“Morning,” she said softly, stepping out of his embrace before turning off the stove. “Pancakes are ready.”Ethan studied her face, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but he let it go. “Where’s Noah?”“In the living room. He’s building a

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.Maya stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the edge of the coffee table. Ethan stood just a few feet away, his expression raw, his voice steady despite the emotion that flickered behind his eyes.“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved,” he repeated, softer this time—almost as if saying it might break him.For a moment, Maya didn’t know what to say. The confession cracked something deep inside her—something she had spent years trying to bury beneath the rubble of their past. The memory of long nights alone, of tears hidden from their son, of her heart breaking over and over again.“Don’t,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”Ethan took a step closer. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”His voice was low and hoarse. The kind of tone that stripped away his usual composure—the mask of the powerful CEO everyone saw. In that moment,

It started with a small cough.A sound barely noticeable—soft, sleepy, harmless.But by nightfall, the cough turned into something else entirely.Maya woke to the sound of Liam whimpering in his room, his tiny body shivering beneath the blanket. The glow of his nightlight painted shadows across his flushed cheeks. She reached out and pressed her palm against his forehead.The heat nearly burned her fingers.“Liam,” she whispered, her heart lurching. “Sweetheart, wake up.”His eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. “Mommy,” he murmured weakly, his voice breaking into a cough.“Oh my God,” Maya breathed, panic rushing through her veins. “You’re burning up.”She didn’t hesitate—she grabbed her phone and called Ethan. It was past midnight, but she didn’t care.He answered on the second ring, voice rough with sleep. “Maya?”“It’s Liam,” she said, trembling. “He’s running a high fever. I don’t know what to do.”The sound of sheets rustling followed. “I’m on my way.”“Ethan, you don’t ha