All Chapters of The Undesired Wife and Her Hidden Heir: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Brooke's POVLeo was crying again by the time I got home. Clearly, the nanny had failed to do the one job I paid her an obscene amount of money to do.Her job was to keep that whiny brat out of my sight until I had the energy to deal with him, but she couldn't even do that.I found him in the hallway outside his room, sitting on the floor in his school uniform.His tie was half undone, and snot was running down his face like he was three instead of seven. Disgust filled me.Seven years old, and still crying like a baby every time he didn't get his way.God! I hated children!"And what is it you're crying about now?" I snarled at him."Timothy said Daddy doesn't like me… that he's not my real daddy," He hiccupped, wiping his nose on his sleeve.It made my skin crawl, and my heart leapt into my throat at the last part of his sentence."Is that why you're crying like a baby as big as you are?""Timothy said we don't live with my daddy, but his own daddy and mummy live in the same house."

Maya's POVThe day my team and I had been waiting for was finally here.It was the day of the gala in which Ashley intended to steal work that wasn't hers.I stood in a corner of the ballroom, watching the doors and waiting.I was wearing a sleek black dress that made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.Sebastian, my lawyer, was already seated near the front, with two of his associates seated beside him.At their feet were their briefcases containing the folders we needed for tonight."You ready, Maya?" Lucas murmured from beside me."Most definitely! I've been ready for five years," I replied.He smiled and winked at me.I grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waitress and smiled back in anticipation.Carter was the first person to arrive from the family I once called mine.He looked every bit as handsome as always, tall and composed in a dark suit.I was surprised to see that Brooke wasn’t hanging onto his arm today.Apparently, they hadn’t resolved their differe

Maya's POV "What signature are you talking about?" she asked. I took a closer look at the photo on the screen, one of the ones she had taken from my old sketchbook, not the ones from F******k. It was then that I realized that the place where my signature should have been was empty. The sketch had somehow been edited to remove my signature. My slight hesitation boosted Ashley's morale. "Show me where your signature is on this sketch, you lying, ungrateful bitch," she screeched. "How about we don't resort to name-calling? At this age and with your social standing, you should have more class than that." "Class? You want to lecture me about class? You profited off my daughter's intellectual property for years, then come here to this grand event and try to make a fool out of me. Do …" "Can you please pull up the images she uploaded to F******k?" I calmly asked the technician, interrupting Ashley. I watched as panic reentered her eyes. She sure was experiencing a roller coaster of e

Brooke's POVI woke up the morning after the Heritage Gala with a pounding headache and the sinking feeling that my life was literally over. I was right. I still hadn’t gotten over my terror at seeing Maya walk up to that stage and call my mother and me liars in front of the world.And now, the first thing I saw when I picked up my phone was tons of notifications, including countless missed calls, messages, and news alerts.POPULAR DESIGNER ‘M’ REVEALED TO BE MAYA THOMPSON; EXPOSES FORMER FAMILY AT HERITAGE GALA.My stomach dropped even further. There were photographs of Maya everywhere, looking radiant and elegant in a way that made me sick to my stomach. I was the one who was supposed to be looking that wayThen there were the photographs of my mother, my father, and me.We looked ashen, with our faces twisted in humiliation. I stood in the background looking like a complete idiot.God! I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. A knock sounded on my door. It op

Brooke's POVWhitfield jumped on me like a starved animal.He didn't even bother to ask about the check I said I brought for him.Which was good, because no such check existed.I had only told him it did to get him to let his guard down. Thankfully, it had worked.He slammed his mouth against mine, tasting of whatever nauseating drink he had been consuming. I fought the urge to retch."Slow down," I murmured against his mouth, trying not to let my disgust show.“You offered. It’s not as if I’m doing anything you don’t want,” he reminded me.“I know, I know.”"I've waited so long. You have no idea.”"I know, but we have all night. There's no rush. I want to enjoy this properly, and so should you, so slow down.”He didn’t slow down. If anything, he ran his hands more feverishly all over me.I nearly recoiled in revulsion, but I forced it down and let him do his thing.Meanwhile, my mind was racing fast. My bag was still by the door where I had kept it.Whitfield was clearly home alone;