Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Hidden Heiress: Pregnant with His Heir: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Adrian did not return to the penthouse. Instead, we went to an unfamiliar building that I had never seen before. It was an old warehouse on the south side of the city.“One of my properties,” he announced as the engine cut out. “No one knows I own this place. Not my mother, and not Daniel or Sophia. Or even you.”“You have secret warehouses?”“A lot of things people don't know about.” He opened my door for me. “Come on.”Once we stepped inside, the warehouse was totally unexpected. It was completely kitted out like an office. Desks, computers, screens mounted on the walls. One of the screens showed a man in a black jacket.“Marcus,” Adrian announced. “He’s my head of security. He’s the only one I actually trust.”Marcus stood up and gave me a nod. He was tall and muscular with a bald head and serious eyes. “Ms. Cole. It is good to finally meet you.”“I’m sure you’ve heard… many… things about me,” I replied.“In fact, it's all positive. Please, have a seat.” He indicated an empty chair

The lights never came on again but even without them I could tell she was here by the familiar smell of expensive, floral perfume that makes me want to vomit. She stood somewhere in the vicinity of the door and was clearly not alone. I heard at least two other sets of footsteps."Daniel," Sophia said with a sweet as poison voice, "I am so disappointed in you.""It's over Sophia." Daniel's voice came from my left, "we have everything. The USB stick, the papers, the ring.""Do you?" She chuckled a cold hollow sound, "you have what I want you to have. You really thought that I would leave my only bargaining chip in a safe whose code you would be able to easily crack. I am not stupid."Adrian grabbed my arm in the darkness, "What are you talking about?""I'm talking about the real evidence," I hear Sophia move closer, "the evidence that shows Elena's mother was murdered and that I was responsible. It's not on that USB drive or in the papers.

I couldn't open the letter that night. I held it in my hands for hours turning it over and over, the weight of it all pressing down on me, and a feeling of a conversation I was not ready for, but could not escape from. The baby twitched and kicked, as if it knew the important things in my life were beginning to shift. About four in the morning I finally slid the letter onto the nightstand, and closed my eyes.Sleep came difficult but eventually it found me. In fractured bits and pieces; a car crash, a hospital room, a woman with the features of Sophia but the kind eyes of someone I didn't know. I woke to sunlight.9 o'clock.I had three hours before I was due to meet Catherine.Adrian was making coffee in the kitchen when I walked in; his black sweater had nothing on, and his dark jeans and cup of coffee complemented the breakfast being prepared: toast and eggs."Eat up.""You are not my mother.""Thank God. Your mother

I had never felt this scared in my whole life.The lights kept coming, three sets of lights, three of them cutting through the trees like shining eyes. Marcus held his shotgun up and held his phone in the other hand while he typed something with his thumb."Who's coming?" I asked. My voice was barely audible."I don't know." Marcus moved away from the window and pulled me toward the back of the cabin. "But we are not staying to find out. There is a basement. A storm shelter. Go.""What about you?" I asked."I will hold them off."The hell you will. I grabbed his arm. "You are coming with me.""Ms. Cole—" (It is Elena, I told myself) "—and you are coming with me or I am not moving."Marcus looked at me for a second and then he nodded. We ran to the back of the cabin. A trapdoor lay under a rug in the kitchen. Marcus pulled it open to reveal a dark hole with a wooden ladder."Down," he said. "Fast."I climbed down as fast as my pregnant belly would let me. The ladder was old and creaky

I looked at the ring on my finger for the longest time after Martha left. The diamond was incredibly small, you could almost mistake it for nothing in the dim hospital light, but it felt incredibly heavy. It felt like it held the weight of my mothers death.Marcus was asleep in his chair. The snore that came from him was extremely loud, but I didn’t bother to wake him. The guy had already saved my life, twice in one night, I deserved to let him sleep.My phone pinged on the table.Adrian: Landed in Zurich. Evidence is acquired. Coming home on the next flight. Try not to die before I do.I almost laughed at that.Elena: Too late. Already did. It's a ghost texting you.Adrian: Funny.Elena: Little funny.Adrian: How's the baby?Elena: Kicking like a manic. The doctor says I am on bedrest for 4 months.Adrian: I will get you a better bed.Elena: You're an idiot.Adrian: I'm rich. It's the same thing.I put the phone down and closed my eyes. The machines hummed and beeped, like the steady