All Chapters of HIS SECRET HEIR : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Secret Richard CarriedMorning light filtered through the reinforced windows of the secondary wing. The estate remained under lockdown. Patrols had doubled overnight. Every camera was watched. No one had left or entered since the shot.Richard sat at the same plain table. His clothes were wrinkled. His eyes were red from lack of sleep. Two guards stood near the door. The recorder was already running.Isabella took the chair across from him. Alessandro stood against the wall, arms crossed, listening. Marco remained by the door. The air in the room felt heavy.Richard rubbed a hand over his face and began.“Years ago I found something I was never supposed to see. A network. It connected politicians, businessmen, judges, and criminal organizations. Not the usual kind of corruption. This was organized. Quiet. It reached into court decisions, city contracts, police promotions, and private companies that looked clean on paper. Money moved through shell firms. Favors were traded in priva

The ChoiceThe secondary wing still smelled faintly of the night the bullet came through the window. The cracked glass had been replaced, but the memory of the sound remained in the walls.Richard sat at the table with both hands flat on the wood. Isabella stood near the door. Alessandro leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, listening.“You need to move them,” Richard said. His voice was rough from lack of sleep. “This place is too visible. Too many people know the boy is here. The estate is a target with a clear address.”Alessandro did not move. “No.”Richard looked up. “You think walls and guards are enough? These people waited years. They cut a camera for seven seconds and put a bullet three inches from my head. They will not stop because the gates are locked.”“Anyone who comes for my son comes through me first.”The words left Alessandro’s mouth without hesitation.Isabella’s head turned. She had heard him claim the blood before. She had heard him speak of protection and re

Gabriel’s OfferGabriel Ross asked for the meeting through official channels.The request came mid-morning. Clean. Professional. He wanted to speak with Isabella alone, away from the main estate buildings, under conditions that would not raise alarms with Alessandro’s security. After a short discussion with Marco and Enzo, Alessandro agreed to a controlled location on the outer edge of the property, an old stone pavilion near the eastern gardens that still sat inside the perimeter but offered enough privacy for a real conversation.Isabella walked there with two guards at a distance. The air was cool. The doves that usually gathered near the low hedges were quiet. She reached the pavilion and found Gabriel already waiting, hands in the pockets of his coat, no notebook, no recorder visible.He turned when he heard her steps.“Thank you for coming,” he said.“You asked for private. This is as private as it gets inside these walls.”He nodded once. They sat on the stone bench that faced

The SniperMorning light came late over the estate.The lockdown from the night before had held until dawn. Patrols still moved along the walls in tight pairs. Every camera feed stayed under constant watch. The eastern treeline where the shots had come from was sealed off with additional men and temporary barriers.Isabella stood in the private sitting room with a cup of coffee that had gone cold in her hands. Ethan sat on the floor nearby, quietly lining up paper dinosaurs in a careful row. He had slept through most of the second half of the night after the initial fear faded, but the adults in the house had not.Alessandro entered without knocking. His face was set harder than usual. Marco and Enzo followed him in, both carrying tablets.“It wasn’t random,” Alessandro said.Isabella set the cup down. “What do you mean?”Marco turned the tablet so she could see the diagram. Red lines marked angles from the eastern treeline across the open ground and straight to the private wing.“The

The First KissThe explosion left the western outer grounds blackened and smoking.By the time the fire teams brought the blaze under control, the night was already deep. Security swept every section of the estate in tight, methodical patterns. Enzo walked the full perimeter himself, checking every gate, every camera angle, every stretch of wall that faced open ground. Marco sat in the main security room reviewing footage frame by frame, searching for the moment the device had been placed and the route the attackers had used to vanish. Dante moved between teams, quiet and precise, making sure no sector was left uncovered.Everyone was hunting the people who had dared to strike the estate so openly.Isabella sat in the private sitting room with a blanket around her shoulders and a cup of tea she never drank. Ethan slept in the next room under double guard. Bianca had finally gone to rest after making sure the boy was settled. The house still hummed with low radio traffic and the distan