Todos os capítulos de HIS SECRET HEIR : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The Trauma UnitIsabella returned to the medical wing the next morning alone.Ethan was with Bianca in the gardens, the two of them already settled into some quiet game involving the paper dinosaurs Bianca seemed able to produce whenever they were needed. Isabella had checked on them twice, once from the terrace, once from the edge of the formal path, before she allowed herself to walk the quieter corridor that led to the double doors. The plaque was still there, clean and professional in the morning light.MOREAU TRAUMA UNITShe stood in front of it longer than she meant to. Her name on the wall of a medical facility built inside the home of the man whose world had already cost her a home, a sense of safety, and the ordinary shape of the life she had constructed for her son. Then she pushed the doors open and stepped inside.The space was even more complete in daylight. State-of-the-art operating equipment gleamed under the surgical lights. Emergency beds stood ready with monitoring

BiancaBianca found Isabella in the private sitting room mid-morning and simply said, “Come with me.”There was no pressure in the invitation, only a practical friendliness that had already begun to feel familiar in the short time since their arrival. Isabella checked on Ethan first. He was content on the floor of the sitting room with a puzzle Bianca had left for him earlier, the pieces spread out in the careful chaos of a five-year-old’s concentration. When Isabella told him she would be back soon, he nodded without looking up, already reaching for the next piece.She followed Alessandro’s sister out of the private wing and into the wider estate.Bianca moved through the halls with the ease of someone who had grown up inside them. She did not rush the introductions or treat them as a formal tour. She simply walked Isabella through the spaces that mattered for daily life and stopped whenever someone from the household staff appeared. The housekeeper who oversaw the main residence rec

The Detective’s WarningIsabella found Gabriel before he left the estate grounds.The security team had paused near the formal sitting room while they finished the last checks, giving her a short window of time. She stepped into the hallway and stopped him. Her voice was quiet but firm, the kind of voice that did not leave room for easy avoidance.“What did my father want?”Gabriel’s face stayed controlled. He did not pretend he had not expected the question. He had known she would ask from the moment he told her about the contact three months earlier.“I can’t discuss private information,” he said. “Not even with you.”Isabella held his gaze. The deleted voicemail still sat in her mind. The sudden return of Richard Moreau’s name after five full years of silence pressed against her. The knowledge that her father had reached out to this detective long before the fire, long before the tracking device, long before she had ever stepped inside the De Luca Estate, made the refusal harder to

A Past That Refuses to DieAlessandro stood alone in the study after the second message, the words still clear in his mind.SHE’S WITH YOU NOW.THAT WASN’T THE PLAN.Someone had expected Isabella to remain outside his world. The attacks, the fire, the tracking device, the anonymous text to her phone, none of it was random. Someone knew exactly who she was. Someone had built a plan around the assumption that she would stay beyond his reach, isolated and unprotected. Her decision to accept the estate had disrupted that plan. The realization settled over him with cold precision, rearranging the recent violence into a clearer shape.He called for Marco and Dante.Marco arrived first. He reviewed the two messages and the trace results Enzo had already delivered. His assessment was immediate and practical.“This fits the pattern of your enemies,” Marco said. “Someone who benefits from keeping an heir away from you. Someone who preferred her isolated. The moment she stepped inside these wal

The Father ReturnsRichard Moreau was allowed through the outer gates under full escort.Two of Alessandro’s men walked on either side of him. Marco followed a few steps behind. The long driveway stretched ahead under the white floodlights. Richard kept his eyes forward. His hands stayed visible at his sides. He did not speak until the inner doors of the main entrance opened and Isabella stepped into the hall.She stopped several feet away. Alessandro stood a short distance to her right, silent and watchful. The air in the entrance hall felt colder than the night outside.Richard looked at his daughter. Five years had carved new lines into his face. The polished confidence she remembered was gone. What remained was a tired man in an expensive coat that no longer fit the way it once had.He took one step toward her.Isabella did not move.“Isabella,” he said. His voice was rough.She kept her arms at her sides. “Don’t.”He stopped.“You’re five years too late,” she said.The words came