All Chapters of Hiding Lorenzo Devlin’s Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1Amber Desiree’s POVI just came from Leila’s condo, and now I was on my way home. I hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten. We lost track of time talking, and, of course, she couldn’t resist giving me more advice before I left.I took out my phone, debating whether I should text Lorenzo to let him know I was on my way home.The Grab I booked was already waiting outside the building. The moment I got in, I gave the driver my address. He nodded from the rearview mirror, half of his face covered with a mask and a cap pulled low over his eyes. I didn’t think much of it and simply stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past.My mind drifted back to what had been haunting me all day—how I’d tell my brother, and Lorenzo’s father, especially Lorenzo—that I was pregnant.I took my phone out again and opened our messages. Scrolling through our past conversations only made my heart ache. All his replies were short, usually just “seen” or a like reaction.He only ever

CHAPTER 3Amber Desiree’s POVThe house was cold. Not in temperature, but in silence.I sat on the couch with a blanket draped over my legs. A drama series was playing on the TV, but I wasn’t really watching. My eyes were fixed on the clock.9:28 PM.Lorenzo still wasn’t home. Again.My gaze drifted toward the kitchen, where the plate of food I’d prepared for him earlier sat untouched. His favorite—garlic butter steak with red wine. It had gone cold an hour ago.I sighed softly and turned off the TV.I was about to stand up to put the food in the fridge when the lights by the front door flicked on.Lorenzo walked in, briefcase in hand, coat slung over his arm, his expression calm and unreadable as if he hadn’t kept me waiting the entire night.“Did you eat?” I asked quietly, my voice careful, gentle.He paused mid-step, barely glancing in my direction. “I had dinner with a client.”“Oh.”I nodded faintly, even though disappointment stung in my chest. He could’ve at least messaged me.

CHAPTER 5Amber Desiree’s POVEthan excused himself, leaving me alone with Lorenzo in his office.Lorenzo walked toward me, loosening his tie slightly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice as cold as ever.My eyes followed his movements. “I brought your lunch,” I answered simply.He stopped by the couch across from mine. “You didn’t let me know you were coming.”I only shrugged, opening the paper bag and pulling out the Tupperware with his meal. He sat down, the glass table between us. When I glanced up, he was already watching me, his eyes unreadable and steady. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his gaze. I wasn’t used to having his attention on me. Moments like this were rare. But in a strange way, I felt a small spark of relief because at least he didn’t tell me to leave.With a tiny smile, I opened the containers and placed it in front of him. “I cooked it myself. Special beef caldereta.”He spared me a brief glance but said nothing. He reached for the rice,

CHAPTER 7Amber Desiree’s POVI fell silent.Now that his first love is back… what happens next? Will they rekindle what they once had? Is that why Vivian sent food to his office—to win him back? I’m sure this isn’t the first time she’s tried to reach out to Lorenzo. And honestly, I think Lorenzo still has feelings for her too. After all, he still keeps their photo here in his office, even though he doesn’t even have a single photo of us displayed.And as they say, love is sweeter the second time around.How can I possibly compete with that? I’m just his wife on paper. Lorenzo doesn’t love me. The only thing I’m holding on to now… is the baby growing inside me.But will that really be enough to stop him from going back to Vivian?No… I don’t want to use my child like that. That would be cruel.I glanced at Lorenzo, who was now busy with his laptop. He was wearing rimless glasses, his brows slightly furrowed as his fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. He’s already undeniably good

CHAPTER 9Amber Desiree’s POVI drove straight to my brother’s company. Once I arrived, I parked carefully and stepped out of the car. The sight of the familiar building greeted me, the bold letters Villarreal gleaming proudly at the top.I entered the lobby and headed straight to the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor where my brother’s office was located. A few employees rode with me, and I noticed how they glanced my way with polite smiles, greeting me with recognition. I returned their smiles warmly. They got off on their respective floors, and soon the elevator stopped at my destination.His secretary, Selene, greeted me as soon as I stepped out. I smiled at her before walking toward my brother’s office.The moment I opened the door, my brother lifted his head from the documents he was reading. His usually serious expression softened instantly when his eyes met mine. He stood up from his chair without hesitation.“Bree,” he said softly, the same endearment he and our