All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“GOLD DIGGER TRIES TO TRAP BILLIONAIRE WITH PREGNANCY” Four million views in six hours. I stare at my phone. The video plays on loop. I'm holding out an ultrasound, Caleb stepping back. His voice: "How much do you want?"I drop the phone in a puddle and keep walking. Hand on stomach. "I'm sorry, baby." Three months ago, Caleb spilled champagne on my dress at a gallery opening. Spent an hour apologizing. I laughed and said it was a thrift store dress worth twenty dollars. He looked at me like I was the most interesting thing in the room. By the end of the night, I'd given him my number. By the end of the week, I'd given him my heart. He said I was the first real thing in his world of fakes. That everyone wanted something from him, but I just wanted him. I believed every word. He loved me loudly and with pride. Now I'm pregnant, and he thinks I'm a liar. The gala is packed. Rich people everywhere. Champagne, cameras. I hold my purse. The ultrasound inside feels like it's burning.

The bus driver is turning around. I stand up and walk to the front. "Where are we going?"He doesn't look at me. "Scheduled stop.""We're supposed to be going west.""Sit down, miss." Hand on his phone. My face on screen. $50,000."Let me off.""Can't stop until the next station." "Let me off the fucking bus!"He slams on the brakes in the middle of nowhere. "Fine. Get off." I grab my bag and run into the trees. Branches scratch my face. Mud everywhere. Red and blue lights flash. I run faster. Lights scream past on the highway. Then I can't see them anymore. My foot catches and I fall hard. Face in dirt. My hand is on my stomach. "Please be okay," I whisper. I keep moving. An hour later, I see lights, a truck stop, big rigs, and a diner. I stay in the trees for a while, then I cross the parking lot fast. I find a bathroom to wash off the mud, but it doesn't help. I see a trucker getting into a cab. Big guy. Gray beard. "Excuse me. I need a ride. I can pay." He looks at the

"Hello, Lena. We need to talk." Says Sienna. My heart pounds. I reach for my phone."Don't bother. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to save you from making a terrible mistake.""Get out.""Not until you hear what I have to say. You think Caleb showing up with apologies, and DNA tests mean something? He hasn't changed. He's the same scared boy playing at being a man."I sit up slowly. "How did you get in?""Bill's easy to bribe. Fifty dollars for a key. You're not as safe as you think."I stand up. Back against the wall. "What do you want?"She crosses her legs. Smiles. "I want you to understand what you're dealing with. I want you to know the truth about that gala. Because Caleb's going to feed you lies and you're going to want to believe him.""I know what happened. You showed him fake evidence.""It was fake. Every text, every photo, every search. All manufactured. But do you know why? Do you know who paid me?"I don't answer.She leans forward. "Clara. Caleb's mother. Six month

Jared stares at his phone. Same video, for the fourth time. Lena's face fills the screen. Pregnant. Holding an ultrasound. Caleb stepping back. "How much do you want?" Four million views. Comments are pouring in. “Gold digger exposed” “She got what she deserved” It's been three months since he helped her escape, but he still can't stop watching the moment that destroyed her. His apartment is dark. Full of empty beer bottles on the coffee table. He hasn't showered in two days. Called in sick to work. Again. He can't focus, let alone eat. All he sees is her face. The woman he's loved for eight years. Destroyed on camera. And all he could do was help her run. Three months ago, the day after the gala, she showed up at his door. Eyes red. Shaking. "I need help. I can't go home. There are people everywhere. Cameras. Signs calling me a liar. I lost my job, now I'm losing my apartment. I don't know what to do." He didn't ask questions. He just grabbed his keys. "Stay here. I'll g

"What are you writing?" He jumps and closes the laptop fast. "It's not what you think." "Then what is it? Because it looks like a denial statement." He stands up. "I'm exploring options. Trying to figure out what Harper expects." "By writing exactly what he wants?" "By understanding what he's asking for!" "It's three in the morning, Caleb. You've been up all night writing a statement denying your son." He runs his hands through hair. Exhausted. Desperate. "I don't know what to do. If I lose the company, I have nothing. No way to support you and Evan. But if I deny him, I lose you both anyway. I'm trying to find a third option and there isn't one." "So you're actually considering it." "No! I'm trying to understand what choosing you costs." "I never asked you to choose! I never asked for any of this!" "I know that!" "I thought you already chose. Last night. When you told your parents you were done. When you told Harper to go to hell." He sits beside me. Not touching. "I