All Chapters of His hidden heir : Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Aiden absolutely refused to go to school the next morning.Not because he was sick.Not because he was tired.Because of the key."It's a treasure," he announced over breakfast.Alex buttered his toast. "It's probably paperwork."Aiden looked horrified."Why would somebody hide paperwork?""Because adults are strange.""That's true."Alicia laughed into her coffee.The silver key sat in the middle of the table.Small.And somehow impossible to ignore.She had barely slept after finding it.Because the more she thought about it, the clearer her memory became.Henry.A rainy afternoon.A bank in Manhattan.A private vault.And Henry kneeling beside her when she was thirteen."If anything ever happens to me, remember this key."At the time she'd thought he was being dramatic.Now she wasn't so sure.By noon, Alicia, Alex, and Zara were standing inside one of the oldest private banks in Manhattan.The building looked unchanged from the last century.Dark wood.Marble floors.The kind of p

For the first time in years, Alicia stopped looking over her shoulder.Not completely.Old habits didn't disappear overnight.But she was trying.And that counted for something.The week after discovering Eleanor's letters passed quietly.The Harbor investigations continued somewhere far away.But none of it reached the estate anymore.For once, the storm was happening somewhere else.And Alicia intended to keep it that way.On Saturday morning, she found Aiden sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with Henry's photograph in his lap.The one with Eleanor.He was studying it with the seriousness only children could manage."What are you doing?" Alicia asked.Aiden looked up."Looking.""At what?""The way he's smiling."Alicia sat beside him."Who is smiling?""Great-Grandpa Henry."Aiden pointed at the photograph."He doesn't smile like that in the other pictures."Alicia froze slightly.Then looked down.And realized he was right.Every photograph she'd ever seen of Henry sho

Aiden's POVIf there was one thing I'd learned growing up in the George-Dickson family, it was this:Never underestimate Alicia George.Most people saw my mother and thought she was elegant.Sophisticated.They were wrong.She was a professional investigator disguised as a businesswoman.And unfortunately for me...I knew exactly what she was capable of.Which was why the second I spotted her sitting across the street from the restaurant with Zara, I nearly drove my car into a traffic cone.Not literally.But it was close.Very close."Are you okay?"I looked away from the window.The girl sitting beside me raised an eyebrow.Emily Carter.Twenty-one.Architecture student.Smart enough to intimidate most professors.Pretty enough to make me forget entire conversations.And currently staring at me like I'd lost my mind."Yeah," I lied.Emily followed my gaze toward the café window.Then smiled."Oh."I immediately groaned."No.""Oh.""No."Her smile grew wider."Your mother is spying

Aiden's POVThere are certain moments in life when you realize you're in trouble.Not life-threatening trouble.Not the kind my parents used to deal with.Worse.Relationship trouble.And unfortunately, I realized it during a Tuesday lecture.I wasn't even paying attention.The professor was explaining something about urban development.Important stuff.Probably.But my phone buzzed once beneath the desk.Then again.And before I could stop myself, I looked.Emily: I think I failed my presentation.I immediately frowned.That didn't sound like Emily.Emily wasn't dramatic.Emily wasn't insecure.Emily usually walked into presentations looking like she was about to teach the professor.Which meant something had genuinely gone wrong.Without thinking, I typed back.You definitely didn't fail.Three dots appeared.Then disappeared.Then appeared again.You didn't even see it.Fair point.I stared at the screen.Then smiled.Exactly. And I still know you didn't fail.The reply took longer