All Chapters of Discarded By The Billionaire: His Biggest Mistake: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

**Hayes’ POV**I've been in a horrible mood since my encounter with Red last night. I felt foolish and angry at myself for letting a stripper get under my skin like that. She was the first woman in four years to make me feel anything real since Melissa died. That’s why it hurt so much. I hate that I mistook a professional performance for something genuine. I actually believed I was special to her. I lay on my bed, staring at the white ceiling, when my phone buzzed next to me. I picked it up and saw it was a message from my assistant, Greg.Urgh! Greg! It was barely seven on a Sunday morning. He took his job too seriously, though I couldn’t exactly complain about his efficiency.The message read: “Good morning, sir. Reminder: you’re invited to the annual Corporate Leadership Foundation Ball tonight at 7 PM at the Plazito Hotel.”“Not another one,” I muttered.Another message followed immediately: “It’s important, sir. You cannot miss this one.”I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. Gr

**Leylie’s POV **My ears were ringing.Hearing Hayes say what he just said made me want to bolt from the room.Why did he say that? Right there, out of nowhere? Did he already suspect something? Had Matt told him?The thought sent a cold through my body.It was way too early in the morning to be this panicked, but it was also way too late to come clean. If I told him the truth now, that I was Red, that I’d kissed him, let him touch me, while pretending I didn't know him. He wouldn’t just fire me; he’d hate me. He’d think I’d been playing him from the start. I’d lose the job, lose Maya’s future, and lose any chance of ever being near him again.All I could do was pray my secrets stayed hidden and stay as far away from his friend Matthew as possible.I forced myself to hold his gaze, trying to keep my face completely blank. “There’s nothing you need to worry about, Mr. Doyle.”His smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was a quick, cold movement of his lips, like he was humoring me. “Good. Be

**Finnian's POV**“What the hell are you talking about?” I barked, slamming my hand down on the polished desk so hard the crystal decanter rattled.Dave, my private investigator, didn’t flinch. He’d worked for me long enough to know my temper. “The information is solid, sir. Your ex-wife now works for Hayes Doyle as his daughter’s nanny.”“Daughter?” I snapped, leaning forward. “Hayes doesn’t have a daughter. I know everything about that bastard. He’s a cold, work-obsessed machine, with no wife, no kids, and no life outside his boardroom.”“He does, sir,” Dave said calmly. “He adopted his late brother’s daughter a while back. It was a quiet process, with no public announcement.”I sank back into my chair, my mind racing. So he really had a daughter. That meant Leylie hadn’t been lying when she told me she found a little girl in his hotel room having a seizure. I’d called her a liar, accused her of making things up to cover whatever she’d been doing with him. Turns out she’d been telli

**Hayes’ POV**By the time I was about to leave the house on Tuesday morning, I saw Leylie standing in the foyer, with two small suitcases neatly placed beside her feet. I raised my wrist to check the time; it was exactly half-past seven. At least she took the job seriously. Most people in her position would have used the 'traffic' excuse to arrive at nine."Good morning, Mr. Doyle," she greeted me, her voice soft, carrying a tone of something I couldn't quite place... exhaustion, perhaps?"Good morning," I replied.I took a moment to look at her. She was dressed simply in a mint-colored shirt and blue jeans, paired with tan loafers. Her hair was pulled back into a neat, high ponytail that showed off the elegant curve of her neck. She looked professional and composed, but there was a faint tiredness around her eyes that hadn’t been there yesterday.I turned to Jane, the housekeeper, who was standing behind me. “Jane, help Miss Field with her luggage and show her to her room.”“Yes, si

**Leylie’s POV**Jane led me into the family room. I hadn’t been in this part of the house before. It was much smaller than the main living room for guests, and was filled with plush couches in a more casual setting. It was a room built for relaxing, but as I walked through the door, I felt anything but relaxed.Matthew was sitting comfortably on one of the couches, looking completely at home. His legs were crossed at the knee, and his arm draped over the back of the sofa. The moment he saw me, he stood up quickly, a wide smile spreading across his face."Hello, Miss Field," he said, voice smooth and welcoming. "It’s good to see you again."I waited until I heard Jane’s footsteps fade down the hallway before I spoke. I didn’t want any witnesses to the conversation that was about to happen.“Good afternoon, Mr. Matthew,” I said, keeping my voice low and professional. I stayed near the doorway, refusing to move closer.He stepped closer to me, closing the gap until he was just a few inc