All Chapters of Divorced while carrying his secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The hospital room felt smaller after Vittorio Moretti spoke.“You will not tell Lucian about this child.”Elena didn’t flinch.She had interviewed corrupt politicians, exposed crime rings, and once faced a senator who tried to bribe her into silence. She knew intimidation when she saw it.And Vittorio was very good at it.She leaned back against the pillows slowly. “You’re asking a mother to hide her child from his father.”“I’m asking you to prevent chaos,” Vittorio corrected smoothly.“By lying?”“By surviving.”His eyes were calm. Too calm.Elena studied him carefully. He wasn’t panicking. He wasn’t angry. He was calculating.That meant one thing.He already had a plan.“You were at the gates tonight,” she said quietly.Not a question.A statement.Vittorio adjusted his cufflinks. “Lucian’s security informs me of everything that happens on that property.”“That’s not what I meant.”Their eyes locked.For a brief second, something flickered there — acknowledgment.He had known she

Lucian did not sleep.At 3:17 a.m., he was still in his study, the hospital file open on his desk.Seven weeks.He had done the math at least ten times.It lined up.It lined up too perfectly.Which is what bothered him.He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.Elena had never chased money. Never cared about status. She had argued with board members like she owned the company. She had once fired a senior executive without blinking.And yet—She had hidden financial transfers.Met someone at a hotel.Refused to explain.His phone buzzed.A message from the lab.DNA sample collection scheduled for tomorrow.He locked the screen.Something felt wrong.Not about the pregnancy.About the timing of everything.The evidence against her had arrived too cleanly. Too conveniently. Anonymous email. Attached documents. Security footage clipped precisely at moments that looked suspicious but showed nothing concrete.Lucian’s jaw tightened.He picked up his phone and dialed.“Marco,” he

The Moretti estate was unnaturally calm that evening.Too calm.Lucian walked through the grand hallway without breaking stride. Staff stepped aside instantly. No one stopped him. No one ever did.But tonight felt different.Tonight, he wasn’t the heir walking into his father’s domain.He was a man walking into a lie.Vittorio stood in his study, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The city skyline glowed behind him like a crown of glass and steel.He didn’t turn around.“You’re home earlier than expected,” Vittorio said smoothly.Lucian closed the door.The click echoed.“We need to talk.”Vittorio finally turned, composed as ever. “About your ex-wife?”Lucian’s eyes hardened slightly.“About the DNA test.”A flicker. Small. Almost invisible.But Lucian saw it.“What about it?” Vittorio asked calmly.“The sample ID doesn’t match my collection form.”Silence.Measured.Then Vittorio sighed lightly, as if disappointed in a child.“You’re under emotional strain, Lucian. It’s understanda

The doorbell rang again.Slow.Deliberate.Lucian didn’t move immediately.The apartment was completely dark. No hallway lights. No emergency glow. Even the city outside the windows had gone black.This wasn’t a random outage.It was targeted.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.Elena’s hand instinctively moved to her stomach.Lucian stepped toward the door silently, phone flashlight off. He checked the security panel.Dead.They cut power at the main feed.Professional.The doorbell rang a third time.Then stopped.A voice spoke from outside.Calm. Male.“Mr. Moretti, you may want to answer.”Lucian’s jaw tightened.They knew he was here.He unlocked the door slowly but kept the chain on.The hallway emergency lights flickered dimly.Two men stood outside.Dark suits. No visible weapons. Too composed to be amateurs.“What do you want?” Lucian asked coldly.The taller one spoke.“Mr. Moretti Senior requests your presence.”Lucian didn’t blink. “He can request over the phone.”“This is

The Moretti estate had always felt cold.Even in summer.Elena noticed it the moment the gates closed behind Lucian’s car.The mansion stood tall and immaculate under the pale evening sky — white stone, towering windows, perfection carved in architecture. It looked less like a home and more like a monument.To power.To legacy.To control.Lucian stepped out first and walked around to open her door.She hesitated.“You don’t have to come inside,” he said quietly.Elena looked at the mansion, then at him. “If this is war, I won’t hide in the car.”For a second, something like admiration flickered in his eyes.Then it was gone.Inside, the air smelled of polished wood and expensive silence.Vittorio Moretti stood near the grand staircase as if he had been expecting them.Of course he had.He was dressed immaculately in a dark suit, silver hair combed back perfectly. He looked less like a father and more like a king surveying his domain.“Elena,” Vittorio greeted smoothly. “I wasn’t awa