All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heir : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The headlines from the scandal had faded, replaced by whispers of redemption and strength. Weeks had passed since Marcus Hale’s betrayal and arrest. The investigations were closing, the funds traced, the company stabilized. But for Ethan and Maya, the scars of that day—the wedding that never truly was—still lingered.Now, standing barefoot on the smooth white sands of Santorini, Maya looked out at the sea and felt peace for the first time in months. The wind carried the scent of salt and roses. The horizon blazed with gold as the sun began to dip. This wasn’t the grand wedding of headlines or sponsorship deals—it was theirs. Private. Real.Ethan stepped beside her, wearing a linen suit with no tie, his usual perfection softened by the island breeze. He looked at her with quiet awe, like he still couldn’t believe she chose him after everything.“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked softly.Maya smiled, her veil fluttering lightly. “Ethan Reed, we’ve survived betrayals, scandals, a

Sunlight spilled lazily into the suite through open curtains, gilding the room in gold. The gentle hum of the Aegean sea drifted through the balcony doors, and the faint scent of breakfast—fresh croissants, coffee, and strawberries—hung in the air.Maya stirred first, cocooned in soft white sheets. Her body ached in the sweetest way, every muscle humming with contentment. She turned to her side and saw Ethan lying there—bare-chested, peaceful, one arm draped across the pillow where she’d been. His lashes brushed his cheek, his lips slightly curved in that rare, quiet smile he only wore when he forgot the world existed.For a long moment, she just watched him.So much had happened—the battles, the heartbreak, the revelations. But right now, there was no noise. No deadlines. No past haunting them. Just this—morning light and the man she loved breathing softly beside her.She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.“Good morning, Mrs. Reed,” he murmured, eyes still closed, v

The morning light bathed the Blake estate in a golden hue, painting warmth over marble floors and family portraits. The scent of freshly baked croissants lingered in the air, mingling with laughter and the soft clinking of coffee cups.Ethan Blake stood by the tall windows of his study, dressed in a crisp navy suit that framed his broad shoulders. His reflection on the glass showed not just a billionaire but a man transformed. Behind him, the mahogany desk held a single, important document—stamped with the Blake Industries seal.Maya entered quietly, wearing a white robe, her hair still damp from the shower. “You’ve been up since five,” she teased gently. “Thinking of ways to conquer the world again?”He turned with a faint smile. “No. Just thinking of how to secure it… for our family.”She frowned playfully. “You make it sound so serious.”“It is.” Ethan picked up the envelope and handed it to her. “I’ve made it official, Maya. Our son, Liam, will inherit the Blake legacy.”Her breat

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the glass walls of Maya Blake Media House. A low hum of activity filled the space—phones ringing, keyboards clattering, cameras being adjusted. The scent of coffee and ambition floated through the air.Maya stood in her office, overlooking the city skyline. Her cream blazer fit perfectly, confidence radiating from her like light. But beneath that glow, her mind was restless. The security breach alert from the night before still haunted her. She’d brushed it off when Ethan asked—but she couldn’t ignore it.Still, today was important. Today marked the start of something new—her firm’s first official client.She inhaled deeply. Focus, Maya. One battle at a time.Her assistant Clara entered, holding a sleek tablet. “Mrs. Blake, your ten o’clock appointment has arrived.”“Thank you, Clara. Send her in.”Clara hesitated, smiling slightly. “She’s… quite a presence. You’ll see.”Moments later, the glass door opened, and in walked a woman who command

The night was long, but morning came too soon. Ethan barely slept—the cryptic message from the unknown number still glowed in his mind like an ember that refused to die.> “You took down Carter. Impressive. But he wasn’t working alone.”He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the skyline beyond their glass balcony. Maya stirred beside him, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, peace etched on her face. He wanted to let her rest. She’d fought enough battles lately—the smear campaign, the corporate war, the emotional toll.But deep down, he knew this wasn’t over.He slipped out of bed quietly and moved to his study, where the faint hum of the city below filled the silence. He pulled up his encrypted files, tracing Carter’s communications, digging into the breadcrumbs left behind.That’s when he saw the name.“Gabriel Stone.”A ghost he hadn’t thought about in years.Ethan leaned back slowly, his pulse quickening. Gabriel had once been part of his inner circle—his head of security,