The Billionaire's Secret Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Richard glared up at Julian, his envy and anger bubbling over into madness. 'Your woman? Julian, she was my legal wife first! She stayed in my house for five full years! And whatever kid she has locked in that room is just some illegitimate bastard she had after she walked out on me!'The air in the hallway seemed to drop below freezing instantly.Julian didn't hit him this time. Instead, he calmly reached into his inner suit pocket, pulled out a thick dark leather folder, and tossed it right onto Richard's chest. The folder dropped heavily onto the carpet floor.'What is this?' Richard stammered, looking down at the folder with confusion.'Pick it up and read it,' Julian commanded in an ice-cold tone that admitted no argument.Richard bent down with shaking hands, picked up the folder, and pulled out a stack of official medical records. Chloe leaned right over his shoulder, reading the printed text nervously.As Richard's eyes scanned the detailed medical papers, his hands began to t

I stood at the edge of the glass balcony, holding a crystal glass of sparkling water that cost more than my month's rent back in my old apartment. The wind from the city below carried the cold scent of rain and heavy exhaust, but inside the penthouse, everything smelled like expensive vanilla and polished mahogany.It had been three days since Alexander forced me into this gilded prison. Three days of silent marble hallways, guards stationed at every door, and tailored dresses waiting in my closet like silent reminders that I no longer owned my own choices. I took a slow sip, watching the tiny bubbles rise, trying to calm the jittery beat of my heart.The heavy oak doors behind me swung open with a soft, authoritative click. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The air in the room instantly grew heavier, charged with that quiet, terrifying presence that Alexander carried everywhere he walked."You haven't touched your dinner, Chloe," he said. His voice was smooth, deep, an

Late that night, I couldn't sleep. The memory of Alexander's touch in the training room kept repeating in my head, making my face burn every time I closed my eyes. Frustrated with my own restless body, I slipped out of my bed and walked quietly down the dimly lit hallway.The penthouse was silent, save for the soft hum of the central air system. I wandered toward the library, hoping to find a book that would distract my racing thoughts.As I approached the double doors of the library, I noticed a warm sliver of light coming from beneath them. The door was slightly ajar. I was about to turn around and leave, not wanting to disturb anyone, when I heard Alexander's voice from inside."I don't care what it costs, Marcus," Alexander was saying, his voice sharp and laced with cold anger. "Find out who leaked the logistics route to the Moretti family. If there is a mole inside my company, I want their head on a spike by tomorrow morning.""Understood, sir," Marcus replied. "And what about th

The ballroom was filled with music, but inside my head, everything went completely quiet. Julian Moretti stood right in front of us, wearing a soft black mask that did not hide the dark cruelty in his eyes. The light from the gold chandeliers caught the small scar across his jawline. His smile was cold and relaxed, like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it.I could feel the hard muscle of Alexander's arm under my fingers. He didn't shift his body, but his posture changed in an instant. He became a stone wall blocking Julian from getting any closer to me. The breath stuck in my throat, and my heart beat so hard against my ribs that I was sure both men could hear it."Julian," Alexander said, his voice flat, deep, and dangerous. "You are standing in my way."Julian laughed softly, a quiet sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He took a small step closer, ignoring the dark look on Alexander's face. He looked directly at me, his eyes taking in my emerald dress

The rest of the day moved by at a painfully slow speed. Alexander had been gone for hours, leaving behind a penthouse that felt more like a military fortress than a home. Four armed guards in crisp black suits were now stationed in the hallway, standing stiff and quiet near every exit.I tried to read a book in the library, but I couldn't focus on the printed words. I walked back and forth across the soft rug in the living room, my eyes constantly darting toward the front doors every time I heard a sound.Mrs. Gable brought me a plate of warm soup and sandwiches at noon, but I barely picked at the food. Every time I thought about Julian Moretti spray-painting my name at the docks, my stomach churned with dark anxiety.By seven in the evening, the rain had cleared, leaving behind a foggy, dark night over the city. I was standing near the window watching the red taillights of cars moving like small insects on the highway below when the heavy front doors finally opened.I spun around qui