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By midday, the story was everywhere. BLACKWOOD BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. EX-WIFE HID CHILD FOR THREE YEARS. WHO IS ELENA HART? The headlines spread like fire. Elena stood in Adrian’s private study, staring at the tablet in her hands while Leo played upstairs under Mrs Hale’s watch. Her face appeared on every gossip site. Old wedding photos. Blurred images of her leaving the clinic. Speculation about betrayal, gold-digging, revenge. One headline made her stomach turn. DID SHE PLAN THE PREGNANCY PAYDAY? The tablet shook in her hands. Adrian took it from her before she dropped it. “I’ll bury this,” he said. “How?” Her voice sounded far away. “It’s everywhere.” “Lawyers. Injunctions. Pressure on advertisers.” “You can’t erase what people already think.” His expression darkened. “I can make them regret printing it.” Elena laughed bitterly. “That is always your answer. Control. Threaten. Destroy.” “Would you prefer I do nothing?” “I would prefer our son’s existence not bein

The gates of Blackwood Private Airfield burst open before Adrian’s car had fully stopped.Rain hammered the windscreen. Security lights cut through the night in harsh white beams, flashing across the empty runway, the hangars, the waiting jet at the far end.Elena’s heart was no longer beating.It was breaking.“Leo!” she screamed, throwing open the car door before Adrian could stop her.“Elena, wait!”She didn’t.She ran across the wet concrete, Bunny clutched in one hand, her shoes slipping beneath her. Adrian caught up to her within seconds, his arm coming around her waist just as two security guards appeared from behind a hangar.“Mr Blackwood!” one shouted. “We found the car!”“Where is my son?” Adrian demanded.The guard pointed toward a small service building beside the runway.Elena tore herself from Adrian’s grip and ran.Inside, the room smelled of oil, dust, and rain-soaked concrete. A chair lay overturned. A phone buzzed on the floor. And in the corner, wrapped in a coat f