บททั้งหมดของ Divorced while carrying his secret : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The parking structure felt less like shelter now and more like the eye of a storm.Rowan stared at the hospital record on Amara’s phone.Female.Born two years before him.Father: Adrian Vale.“No,” Sebastian said again, but this time his voice lacked certainty. “If Adrian had a daughter, Victor would’ve controlled the narrative.”“Unless he couldn’t,” Amara replied quietly.Rowan’s jaw tightened. “Or unless she was hidden.”Silence stretched between them.Victor had raised Lucian in plain sight—within the dynasty.Rowan had been allowed to grow inside Hale as a controlled variable.But a daughter?Unacknowledged.Unaccounted for.Dangerous.Rowan exhaled slowly. “Trace the hospital.”Sebastian nodded, already pulling out his phone. “I’ll run it through private channels.”Amara zoomed in on the document.The hospital name was partially obscured, but the location code remained intact.She frowned.“That’s not domestic.”Rowan looked closer.“You’re right.”The birth wasn’t registered

The café felt like a chessboard.Three pieces standing.One deciding.Lucian adjusted his cufflinks as if this were a business meeting instead of a family fracture.“Elena,” he said calmly, “this doesn’t have to be dramatic. Grandfather simply wants what belongs to him.”“I’m not property,” she snapped.Rowan didn’t interrupt. He watched her carefully.Lucian’s gaze shifted slightly. “You misunderstand. This is legacy.”“And I don’t want it.”Lucian smiled faintly. “That’s the luxury of ignorance.”Rowan stepped forward.“Walk away, Lucian.”Lucian’s eyes flicked to him. “Or what?”“Or you prove you’re exactly what he made you.”A thin silence.Lucian didn’t like that.Outside, the black cars stopped again—this time directly across the street.Elena saw them through the glass.Her pulse spiked.“They’re not leaving,” she said quietly.“No,” Rowan replied. “They’re waiting.”Lucian studied the cars too.Then, unexpectedly, he exhaled.“They weren’t supposed to move yet.”Rowan caught

The city lights blurred past the car windows as Rowan drove.No one spoke for the first ten minutes.Elena stared out at the skyline, trying to process the fact that the most powerful man she had ever met had just tried to reorganize her entire life like a business merger.Finally, she exhaled.“He really thinks people are assets.”Rowan kept his eyes on the road. “Because most people around him act like they are.”Amara glanced back at Elena from the passenger seat.“How are you holding up?”Elena laughed softly, though it carried exhaustion.“I found out today I have two brothers, a billionaire grandfather, and apparently I’m part of a dynasty war.” She shook her head. “So… not great.”Rowan allowed the faintest smile.“That’s a reasonable reaction.”But the humor faded quickly.Sunrise.Victor had given them a deadline.Which meant something would happen before then.Sebastian was already waiting when they reached Rowan’s penthouse.Screens filled the living room wall, lines of c

The ballroom buzzed like a disturbed hive.Whispers rippled through the crowd as reporters leaned forward, cameras flashing nonstop.Victor Vale did not move.But his eyes never left Elena.She could feel the weight of hundreds of stares pressing against her back, yet she refused to look away from him.“You brought the truth,” Victor repeated calmly.His voice carried across the room with practiced authority.“And what truth would that be?”Elena stepped forward.Her heels echoed sharply against the marble floor.“The one you buried.”Gasps scattered through the crowd.Lucian watched carefully, his expression unreadable.Rowan stood beside Elena, silent but steady.Victor’s lips curved faintly.“You’re making a very serious accusation in a very public room.”Elena didn’t hesitate.“You hid me.”A reporter whispered loudly near the front:“Did she say hid?”Cameras flashed brighter.Victor folded his hands behind his back.“I don’t hide family.”“Really?” Elena said.Her voice rose ju

The single clap echoed through the silent ballroom.Everyone turned.An older man stood near the back of the room, dressed in a dark tailored suit. His silver hair was combed neatly, his expression thoughtful rather than shocked.Victor’s eyes narrowed immediately.“Mr. Harrington,” he said slowly.Several reporters whispered the name.Arthur Harrington.One of Vale Corporation’s largest shareholders.If he spoke, the board listened.Harrington continued clapping slowly as he walked forward.“Remarkable,” he said. “I attend a simple succession announcement and instead witness the collapse of a dynasty.”A few nervous laughs rippled through the room.Victor’s voice remained cold.“You find this amusing?”Harrington stopped several feet away.“Not amusing,” he replied calmly. “Necessary.”Lucian’s eyes sharpened with interest.Rowan crossed his arms.Elena remained still beside him.Harrington gestured toward the giant screen still displaying the evidence of her birth.“For decades, Va