All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 201 - Chapter 205

Kane's POVThe room tilted around me."What are you talking about." My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else, thin and strange in my own ears. "Mother. What about the night I was born."She wouldn't look at me. Her eyes stayed fixed on her own hands, twisting together in her lap, and for the first time in my entire life I watched my mother — poised, controlled, endlessly composed — come apart at the seams in front of a room full of strangers."Your father wasn't in the city when you were born," she said finally. "He was supposed to be. He'd promised me he would be. But there was a deal closing that week, the mill deal, the one that made his first real fortune, and he chose it over being in that delivery room." Her voice cracked. "I was alone, Kane. Terrified, twenty-four years old, and completely alone, and there was someone else there instead. Someone who happened to be at the hospital that night, who sat with me for six hours because your father couldn't be bothered to leav

Kane's POVForty-eight hours felt like a fucking freaking while lifetime.I threw myself into damage control instead of sitting still with it board calls, statements, three separate meetings with outside counsel about the fallout from the leak. The company's stock had dropped eleven percent and was still sliding, but for the first time since my father died, I didn't feel like I was drowning in his mess. I felt like I was finally cleaning it up on my own terms.Celeste stayed close the whole two days, working from my penthouse instead of her apartment, the press crews still camped outside her building even after the story had moved on to other headlines. I liked having her there more than I probably should have admitted out loud. Liked waking up and finding her already at the kitchen counter with coffee and her sketchbook, like the last two days hadn't happened at all.It was the third morning when Jim knocked on the bedroom door before I'd even finished getting dressed."Boss. It's h

Kane's POVCeleste didn't try to talk me out of going alone. She just pressed a kiss to my jaw at the door, her hand lingering on my chest a beat longer than usual, and said, "Bishop. If anything feels wrong.""Bishop," I agreed.The park behind the old courthouse was empty at midnight, streetlamps throwing pools of orange light across wet pavement, the city's noise reduced to a distant hum beyond the trees. I found the bench exactly where he said it would be, and the man sitting on it looked smaller than I remembered him — shoulders curved inward, hands loosely folded, none of the polished confidence I'd known my entire life."You came alone," he said, not looking up."I said I would.""Your father used to say that too. And mean it about half the time." A faint, humorless smile crossed his face. "I suppose you're better than him already, in that respect."I sat down at the far end of the bench, leaving space between us that felt necessary, though I couldn't have said exactly why. "Te