All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

By morning, New York City was buzzing—only this time, it wasn’t because of the markets or a new corporate deal.It was because of them.Maya woke to the faint sound of her phone vibrating endlessly against the bedside table. Her eyes blinked open groggily, a soft smile touching her lips when she saw Ethan sleeping beside her. His arm was draped loosely over her waist, his breathing steady. For the first time in years, peace felt real.She reached for her phone quietly, not wanting to wake him.The moment the screen lit up, her smile vanished.Dozens of notifications filled the screen.Mentions. Tags. Messages. Headlines.Her chest tightened as she opened one of the links.> Breaking News: Billionaire CEO Ethan Blake Secretly Engaged to Former Employee Maya Scott!And below the headline—A photo.A photo of last night’s rooftop proposal.Every angle was captured—the ring, the kiss, even the way Ethan had lifted her off her feet as Liam clapped behind them.Her stomach twisted.The roof

By sunrise, the internet had exploded into chaos.#MayaAndEthan trended across every major platform, but so did #PRRomance and #ScriptedLove. Two sides of the world had gone to war—fans defending them with passion, critics tearing their story apart piece by piece.The leaked off-camera video had been shared over a million times. In it, Ethan brushed a lock of hair from Maya’s face, whispered something inaudible, and pressed a kiss to her hand. Out of context, it looked rehearsed—perfectly staged affection.Comments flooded beneath every post.> “She’s playing the victim card.”“You can see the sincerity in her eyes. Leave them alone!”“This is all PR for Ethan’s company—wake up, people.”“They deserve happiness. Stop twisting everything!”The digital battlefield raged without mercy.In their penthouse apartment, Maya sat curled on the couch, her laptop open but untouched. The bright screen illuminated her pale face as she scrolled through the chaos.Every post was a blade. Every comme

The idea had been living quietly in the back of Maya’s mind for months—like a seed planted in the middle of chaos, watered by every challenge, every sleepless night, and every moment she’d had to defend her worth. But it wasn’t until that one quiet morning, with sunlight pooling over the breakfast table and her laptop open to a blank page, that she finally said the words aloud.“I want to start my own firm.”Ethan, still in his shirt sleeves with a half-buttoned collar, froze mid-sip of his coffee. He looked at her as if trying to determine whether she was serious—or whether this was one of her spontaneous ideas that might fade by lunch. But then he saw the look in her eyes: fierce, clear, and determined.“You’re not joking,” he said softly.“No,” she replied, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug. “I’ve spent years building other people’s images, managing other people’s brands. But I keep thinking—why not mine? Why not something that belongs to me?”He smiled, slow and proud. “Then

The morning of the board meeting felt unusually heavy.The sky above the city was an unbroken stretch of gray, thick with rain that hadn’t yet fallen—the kind of stillness that warned of a storm.Ethan Reed stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, his reflection mirrored in the glass. He barely recognized the man staring back at him—the tired eyes, the drawn lines across his forehead, and the tension in his jaw that no amount of sleep could erase. He looked like a man who’d been fighting too long.He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, rolling the sleeves to his elbows like armor, and reached for the small silver-framed photo on his desk—Maya and their son, captured mid-laughter. For a fleeting moment, the ache in his chest eased. That photo reminded him what mattered. Why he kept fighting.A soft knock broke the silence.“Sir,” his assistant, Clara, said from the doorway, her voice tentative. “The board is ready for you.”Ethan nodded once. “Thank you, Clara.”He slipped

The air inside Reed Global’s top floor was heavier than usual. The Pacific Tech victory still echoed through the building, but underneath the smiles and congratulatory messages lingered something darker—the subpoena, the investigation, the looming threat of everything crashing down again.Ethan Reed had built empires, destroyed rivals, and survived betrayals. But this time, it was personal. This time, it wasn’t just about his company—it was about his name, his future… and Maya.Still, even storms pause between strikes.And on this particular evening, as the sun slipped behind the Manhattan skyline, Ethan and Maya found that pause.The elevator doors opened to the private rooftop terrace—the place where they’d shared their first real argument and, later, their first promise. Now, a dinner table stood under a canopy of soft lights, surrounded by rose petals.Maya blinked in surprise. “You did this?”Ethan smiled slightly. “Technically, the staff did. But the idea was mine.”She walked t