All Chapters of Mr. Hayes’ Secret Heir: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Bryan said he'd only told her that as a joke, one he'd expected her to catch, since the drivers she knew certainly couldn't afford something like this.He stretched out his wrist so she could see the watch.Jane snapped out of her shock, and it looked like she still had plenty left to say to him, but she held it back with Mason standing right there. Bryan, of course, couldn't resist taunting her, asking if she'd suddenly gone dumb.I grabbed Jane's hand and pulled her toward the stairs so we could catch up. Mason's attention had already drifted back to his phone by the time we started climbing, and just before we disappeared from view, Jane gave Bryan the middle finger over her shoulder. His eyes were still on us, and he chuckled when he caught it.Jane spent the rest of the way upstairs playfully plotting how she would get back at me for the stunt I'd pulled, though the smile she kept trying to hide told me she wasn't nearly as annoyed as she wanted me to believe. I laughed it off an

After Benedicta left, Jane asked if she was really my grandmother, and unfortunately, I confirmed it.I told her everything, including the role Benedicta had played in driving my mother away. Jane said if she'd known all that beforehand, she would've gladly wasted the glass of water on her.We left shortly after. I dropped Jane off at home because she had a date with Lior. Don't ask me what their date was about. Those two had been on the same wavelength for ages, so I didn't even bother asking.From there, I drove straight to Dad's house, only to find his car parked near the estate gate alongside another one. As I got closer, I recognized the woman standing with him.Benedicta.Dad was visibly furious, and I could hear him shouting at her before I'd even fully parked. When he noticed me, his expression softened briefly before he turned back to her.“Get in your car and get the hell off my property. And the next time you pull a stunt like this, don't expect me to remember you're the wo

I was discharged from the hospital with strict instructions not to neglect my health. Two days of stress, little sleep and not eating properly had taken their toll on me. Dad took me home.Lior stayed with Mason's parents because I was in no state to care for him. I could hardly function myself. Most of the time, I sat on the couch with my phone beside me, waiting for Mason to call.A day passed. Then two. Then three.Still no sign of him.The police kept searching, but by the third day, I wanted a ransom call.I wanted someone to tell me they had Mason and name a price. Any price. At least that would mean he was somewhere alive, waiting for us to bring him home.We had money. If it wasn't enough, we would find more. Sell what we had, borrow what we didn't. There was no amount anyone could ask for that would make me stop and think twice about paying it.But nobody called. No demand. No threat. Nothing we could follow.Dad had to sit beside me and practically beg before I ate anything.

Bryan let the man in immediately, and within minutes, everyone was gathered in the living room to hear what he had to say.He introduced himself as Gary and told us he'd seen me when I came around asking questions about Mason. He said he'd wanted to stay out of it because he didn't want to get involved with the police or somebody else's problems, but seeing how desperate I was to find Mason made him change his mind.He turned to me. “I think you deserve to know what I saw.”Gary explained that he'd been by the river that night. He was having relationship problems and had gone there because he wanted to be alone. Sometime later, a car pulled up.Mason got out with a woman. The two of them were arguing, though Gary couldn't say exactly what about because he'd been wrapped up in his own problems at the time. Then the woman started crying, hitting Mason's chest and asking how he could do this to her. Mason kept apologizing over and over.Listening to another couple argue only pissed him o

Five Years LaterMy alarm went off, and when I opened my eyes, all I did was stare at the ceiling for a while. It was the morning of my graduation. In a few hours, I would close one version of my life and step into the next.I had actually made it. It had not been easy, not even close, and there were so many people I owed thanks to for getting me through. Nicholas, especially.“Mason, I'm a graduate now,” I murmured into the quiet room. “I know you'll be proud of me when you come back.”I got out of bed, switched on the light, and reached for the diary on my nightstand.My therapist had suggested it early on, when I was still struggling to get through each day. Whatever I wanted to say to Mason, she told me to write it down instead of keeping it inside me. That way, whenever he came back, I would have a complete record of how the years had gone without him.It had kept me sane more times than I could count. On Mason's birthdays. During Lior's school events, where Chase or Bryan steppe