Hiding The Billionaire's Son 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Lorraine's POV "Daddy!" I run across the room and throw my arms around his neck. He lets out that deep belly laugh I've known my whole life, and catches me like I'm still seven years old. "Darling. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" "I can't visit my own father?" "You can." He sets me down and holds me at arm's length. "You just usually don't. Which means you want something." "That's not true." I sit on his lap like a little baby because I am in fact his precious baby. "I just missed you." "Convince me." "Okay fine. I need a favor." He laughs again and shakes his head. "I knew it. What is it, my love? Money? A new car? A building named after you?" I laugh too. I've really made so many unbelievable requests from my father in the past. I slide off his lap and move to the chair across from him. The mood in the room shifts. He feels it. I see it in the way his smile fades. "This seems serious. What's wrong?" "I love Damian." "Eh," He blinks. "Why are you saying that

Damian's POV The marble corridor feels like it’s shrinking as the click of heels grows louder. Georgia’s sharp tone, Lorraine’s frantic placating, and the gravelly authority of Arthur Belrose. It’s a firing squad, and I’m caught in the open with the woman who just scorched my soul. I lunge forward, grabbing Samantha’s arm and dragging her toward the office I stopped her from entering before. "What are you doing? Get off me!" she hisses. I don't answer. I open the door and shove her inside the sunlight-drenched office. I follow, slamming the door and twisting the lock just as the shadows of four people draw near. Samantha squares her shoulders, her silhouette sharp against the midday light streaming through the windows. The room is bright and smells of lilies. I spot a huge bouquet of flowers on her desk. Who the heck gave her flowers? "Why did you do that?" she demands coldly. "Open this door right now." "M

Samantha's POV The phone feels heavy in my hand, pulling my arm down, dragging my entire body into the floor. I knew this day was coming. I’ve rehearsed the explanation in the shower, in the car, in the quiet moments after tucking him in. But not now. Not like this. "Mommy? Are you still there?" Charlie’s voice hitches with a sob that cuts deep into my heart. "Can you buy me one?" My mouth opens, but the air in the room has turned to stone. No words form. How do I tell a five-year-old that you can’t buy a father? How do I tell him his father is ten floors up, engaged to a woman who hates us? A warm weight settles on the small of my back. It's Timothy. He gently slides the phone from my paralyzed fingers. "Hey, Champ. It's Uncle Tim. Listen, about that truck—and the other thing. I’ve got a secret for you. Real superheroes don't always come from stores. Sometimes they're already right there, protecting you from the shadows. Your mom is a superhero, Charlie. And superheroes are wor

Samantha's POV I feel a chill that has nothing to do with the evening breeze. The only other person who knew I’d changed shoes and had access to my car was Damian. But why would he sneak into my car just to return a pair of shoes after he treated me that way in the office? "Sam? Is something wrong?" Timothy’s voice pulls me back. "Oh, yeah, sorry," I lie, clearing my throat and stepping aside to let him in. "I’m fine. Just... the thoughtfulness caught me off guard. Thank you so much, Timothy." I notice he’s carrying a second, larger bag that smells heavenly. "Is that what I think it is?" My heart swells. "Since it’s only your second night and I know your fridge is probably holding nothing but bottled water," Timothy chuckles, heading for the living room. "I brought reinforcements." He unloads two burgers, fries, one pizza and a stack of napkins onto the rug. I haven’t had a chance to go grocery shopping yet, and the sight of actual food makes my stomach growl so embarrassing

I stare at the text until the words begin to blur into black lines. The hospital? No, It was just a fever. Why a hospital? I hit the call button for my mother. It rings and rings before going to voicemail. I hang up and dial my father. No one is answering my calls. Sheer panic slides down my throat. My hands are shaking so violently. I grab my handbag and bolt for the door, my heels clicking a franticly against the marble floor. I hit the elevator button continuously as if that will make it arrive faster. When the doors finally open on the lobby floor, I’m already dialing Daniel. "Daniel! Daniel, pick up!" "Samantha? What's-" "My son... Charlie... he’s in the hospital," I gasp. I’m running now, weaving through the suits in the Sterling lobby, headed for the main entrance. "Daniel, I have to go. I need the PJ. I need to fly to Carolina now. It’s a family emergency. Charlie... he's only five, he's sick, and I..." I hit something and then I'm stumbling back... until two strong hands