All Chapters of Mr. Hayes’ Secret Heir: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I always thought those movies about rich families dragged through scandal were exaggerated. Turns out they were underselling it.Mason told me I was about to find out otherwise. Days after that dinner with Silas, things got as crazy as they could get.He invited the whole family to one of his father's properties. While we got ready to go, I tried to talk my way out of going, but he told me why not come see things for myself instead of him narrating when he got back. The human part of me that naturally would love to see how this went, won out.We arrived before everyone else did. Chase followed next. He asked if Hannah had told me anything, and when I gave him a confused look, he said I should forget he asked. I tucked it at the back of my mind, planning to have the conversation with Hannah, knowing something was definitely up.Bryan and their parents arrived together, and five minutes later Brenda and Silas arrived, Silas trailing behind her.The second she walked in, Mason's father's

Hannah bolted out of the office fast enough that I had to jog to catch her.She dropped into her chair like her legs had given out. "You could've screamed it a little louder. I don't think the whole floor heard you.""So you did sleep with him." I couldn't keep the grin off my face."Yes. Now tone it down."Her face wasn't matching mine at all. I pulled a chair over and sat close. "Tell me how it happened. I need every detail."She told me it was at Chase's house. They were both working late one night and ended up having a lot more alcohol than they could handle, and it just happened.Only for Chase to start apologizing in the morning like he'd committed a crime against her."Imagine sleeping with Mason," she said, "and waking up to him apologizing for it like it was the worst mistake of his life.""That would gut me.""Exactly." She wiped under her eyes even though she wasn't crying yet. "He kept saying he was drunk, that he was sorry, and it would never happen again. Begging me to f

His father watched Mason, weighing what he was about to say. When he finally opened his mouth to answer him, his wife grabbed his arm and pleaded with him not to.I could tell he was about to threaten disowning him. Fear gripped me at the direction things were moving.Mason himself had a bored and furious expression mixed together. Like he was more pissed that we'd been interrupted than by the threats and orders."You're acting bewitched," Bryan barked. "You're actually willing to throw the family name in the mud over her. Give up everything. Can't you see how crazy this looks?""I'm a grown man. Nobody gets to throw me a party and then order me to attend it." He turned to his parents. "You're the ones who sent the invitations. Go back and tend to your guests instead of wasting your time here."His father's eyes moved to me, and I felt what was coming before a single word left his mouth.He'd never once come at me directly. His disapproval had always lived in looks, in silence, never

"How did you find out?" I asked."I'm not stupid," Bryan replied. "I noticed how you calmed Mason down at Thanksgiving. It got me thinking. That story about the blood showing up faster than expected, right when I needed it most, it never felt right to me. I went digging and found out it was you."He shook his head slowly, still not quite meeting my eyes. "I've never been more ashamed of myself. I insulted you that same night. And you still saved my silly ass.""Get up." I tugged at his wrist. "I'd rather you be alive to keep hating me than gone. You were doing what you thought was right for your brother."He rose and sat on the couch facing me. Exhaling, he started apologizing for judging me wrongly. He explained that he wasn't normally like that, not making excuses, just laying out where it came from.Twice he'd gotten involved with women from humble backgrounds, and it ended both times with him used and hurt badly. He knew now how unfair it was to paint every woman from a different

"Good." The voice sounded pleased. "Now you're speaking a language I understand."What followed was the terms laid out plain, exactly what was expected of me. I wasn't to mention a single word of this to anyone. Mason included. If I ever dared utter even one word, Lior would be dead. I had a week, no more, to disappear from Mason's life.How I did it was my problem to solve. And I shouldn't even consider trying anything clever."I'll do it." I accepted. "But if I disappear, that means not being in my son's life either. How will I even know he made it home safe?""You don't get to ask questions. We will release him to Mason. You decide whether staying out of his life matters more to you than him being alive. You were already warned once, and you proved stubborn. Don't push it further."I broke down, crying, begging, telling him what he was asking amounted to killing me too, because what was a life without my son in it.I swore on my life I'd leave Mason, make him hate me if that's what