บททั้งหมดของ Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

INTRO"Hello..." There was genuine sadness in her voice, but I could not be too sure. I reclined in the chair, feet propped up, glaring at my P.A. I did not understand why she thought I should be the one to handle it. What exactly had the woman said? Static on the line interrupted my train of thought, and I remembered I was on a call."Sorry... who is this?""It doesn't matter. Just come. He needs you."Her incoherent sentences annoyed me, but I probed further since I hadn't the slightest idea what she meant."I'm sorry, who needs me?""Adonis. Your son." The female voice retorted.Her answer amused me. This wasn't the first time I'd gotten calls like this, but it had to be the most absurd. I'd gotten "I'm carrying your baby" and "I have our tape," but this? Comedy gold.Combing my fingers through my hair, I told her point-blank. "Sorry, miss. You've got the wrong person. I use condoms, and there is no way I'd have a son I didn't know existed." I brought the phone down, about to hit t

GREGORHer eyes narrowed in blatant disbelief. Watching her, I was convinced she was staging some grand performance, and this would be her final act. As for her appearance, she was the kind of woman I’d pass by without a second glance. The idea that we’d had a child together? Ridiculous. My type was blonde and bold, and if we’d ever tangled in the sheets, that fiery red hair would have burned itself into my memory. I’d never once taken a redhead to bed."Hello, miss," I greeted, savoring her unease. The way she shivered was almost intoxicating. With my own life spiraling, seeing someone else unravel felt strangely gratifying."You came..." She stuttered."Of course. If my son's life is in danger like you said, did you really think I'd disregard that?"Her eyes narrowed again. Maybe it was just her thing. My blunt answer had clearly shaken her. Up close, I was certain I’d never slept with her. She lacked everything I usually wanted in a woman for a night—no tempting curves, no makeup,

GREGORI could be a prick. No denying that, but I stood by what I’d said. We’d shared a night, somewhere in the blur of my past, and now I was left piecing together where I’d gone wrong. The thought of my mother finding out she had a grandson made my stomach twist. Everything I knew was about to turn upside down. Part of me almost wished this was some elaborate setup, a ploy to drag me into chaos. If that were true, maybe I could have spared her the drama. But every time I saw her, I knew she wasn’t after money. There was something else, something I couldn’t name. I started the car, hands shaking. Tonight, I couldn’t face my mother, not after the avalanche of revelations. What if there were more secrets waiting? The fear crept in, sharp and cold. What I’d done back then was reckless, stupid. It didn’t erase the mistake, but if I could rewind time, I would. I’d been a kid with a new empire, thinking I was untouchable. It all felt like a game then. My phone rang, jolting me out of my sp

JUSTINAHis words echoed in my mind. I wasn't sure I could actually do it. The thought of handing Adonis over to his father without a fight didn't sit right. I considered running, but without money or a valid passport, that wasn't happening. And there was every chance he'd find me anyway. He was too influential a man for that."Mom, are you okay?" Adonis's voice pulled me back."I'm fine," I said. He clearly didn't buy it, so to distract him, I offered him the cold ramen still sitting in my bag. "I brought noodles. Your favorite.""Don't worry about it, Mom. Dad already fed me."Heat rushed through me. Had he just called Gregor Vallis his father? The word left me weak in the knees. I paused, my inner voice scrambling for what to say."Did you just call him Dad?"He nodded. It hurt to even sit with the thought, but I was so raw, so desperate to release some of the pressure building in me."He is not your dad!" The words left me before I could stop them. Adonis reeled from the outburst,

GREGORNyssa stifled a laugh. The sound built in her throat until she was cackling like something possessed. I knew this laugh. It was her coping mechanism. She'd laughed the exact same way the morning a doctor told her that the love of her life, the man who'd danced with her on their balcony on her birthday, had died of a heart attack the next morning. This was another of those hollow laughs my mother gave when things fell apart. It faded fast. Honestly, it felt like reliving the morning I lost my father. She glanced at Charissa, who'd just reentered the room playing the part of the betrayed, dutiful fiancée to perfection, then back at me. A single tear slid from the corner of her eye, the eyes that always pretended to only see the bright and beautiful. My mother was shattered."You're not kidding. You... have a son." I'd never heard her sound so anxious. This scene had played out in her head so many times before that it had lost whatever original shape it once had."I'm sorry," I ma