บททั้งหมดของ Divorced while carrying his secret : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The door didn’t just creak.It shut.Firmly.The click of the latch echoed through the dusty study like a gunshot.Amara’s heart leapt into her throat.“Rowan?” she called out.No answer.Her fingers tightened around the sealed envelope.To my grandson.The handwriting was elegant. Deliberate. Certain.Slowly, she turned toward the door.The handle wouldn’t move.Locked.Her pulse spiked.“Rowan!”Footsteps thundered down the hallway outside.Then Rowan’s voice, tense and sharp.“Amara, step back from the door.”“I can’t open it!”There was a brief metallic sound — something sliding into place.Rowan swore under his breath.“Someone activated the internal lock system.”Her stomach dropped.“You said this estate’s been closed for years.”“It has.”“Then who—”The lights flickered once.Then stabilized.A soft mechanical hum filled the room.Not new.Old.Hidden.Rowan forced the door open with a hard shove.It splintered inward.He stepped inside immediately, scanning corners, windows

“Wait!”Amara’s voice cut through the cold night air just as an officer reached for Rowan’s wrist.“Wait,” she repeated, louder this time.Every head turned toward her.Rowan’s eyes locked onto hers instantly.“What is it?” he asked sharply.Her heart was pounding so violently she could barely think straight.“The DNA report,” she said breathlessly. “It was altered.”Silence fell.Even Sebastian, who had just reached his car door, paused.Rowan’s expression darkened.“Explain.”“I just got a call,” she continued. “From someone at the lab. They said your father paid to modify the report.”Sebastian turned slowly.Calm.Too calm.“That’s a serious accusation,” he said smoothly.Amara stepped forward.“You manipulated the blood compatibility results.”The officers exchanged uncertain glances.Rowan’s voice dropped.“What exactly was altered?”Amara swallowed.“They didn’t change the paternity.”Relief flickered briefly in Rowan’s eyes.“But they changed the marker classification.”Sebast

Amara’s breath stalled.She knew that face.Not personally. Not intimately.But she had seen it before.In the west wing of the estate.In the private gallery Sebastian kept locked.The photograph trembled in her grip as realization struck.The man wasn’t a stranger.He was Adrian Vale — Sebastian Hale’s former business partner.The one who “died” in a yacht accident twenty-seven years ago.Rowan’s age.Her stomach dropped.“No…” she whispered.Adrian Vale had been mentioned only once in passing. A partnership that built the early foundation of Hale Industries before Sebastian became sole chairman.The official story?Tragic accident. Body never recovered.Company shares transferred quietly.And Rowan was born months later.Her mind raced.She grabbed the handwritten letters next.They were dated the year before Rowan’s birth.Her fingers moved quickly as she unfolded the first page.Sebastian suspects nothing.Adrian wants to leave before the baby comes.I cannot let my son grow up

The warehouse felt smaller now.Rowan’s fists were clenched, his jaw tight. Amara’s grip on his arm was steady but trembling. Sebastian stood a few feet away, calm as ever, as if he were surveying a chessboard and they were the pawns.Amara swallowed. “Explain. Now.”Sebastian’s eyes flicked to her first, then to Rowan. “You’re asking the wrong question,” he said smoothly. “You want to know who Adrian Vale’s father is. That’s only part of the story.”Rowan’s brow furrowed. “Then tell me the rest.”Sebastian smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The Vale family isn’t just a rival corporation. They’re older than the Hales. Bloodlines that have controlled empires, secrets, and influence for centuries. Adrian was… the last direct male heir. Until he disappeared.”Amara’s pulse quickened. “And that makes Rowan?”“Adrian’s son,” Sebastian said, his tone flat. “By blood, he carries the Vale legacy. And the Hale empire… well, it’s intertwined now, whether you like it or not.”Rowan

4:37 AM.The sky was still ink-black when Rowan pulled the car onto the private airstrip.No security gates.No guards.Just a single jet waiting on the runway, engines humming softly like a beast breathing in the dark.Amara’s fingers tightened around the phone in her lap.The message still glowed on the screen.Bring my grandson to me.Sebastian’s warning echoed in her mind.Do not go.But Rowan had driven anyway.And Sebastian had followed.Not in the same car.But close enough.The Hale sedan rolled to a stop behind them as Rowan stepped out.Cold wind whipped across the empty tarmac.The jet door opened slowly.A staircase descended.And then—He appeared.Tall.Silver-haired.Immaculately dressed in a charcoal coat that moved sharply in the wind.His presence wasn’t loud.It was controlled.Ancient.Power didn’t radiate from him.It settled around him.Rowan went still beside her.They looked alike.Not in obvious ways.But in the eyes.That same calculating stillness.The man d