The Billionaire's secret heir
She kept her head high, her face neutral, but her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might explode.
Inside, the conference room was cool and quiet—at least for now. Rows of reporters filled the seats, cameras ready, pens poised.
Damian took the podium, his expression as calm and controlled as ever. Sienna stood slightly behind him, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.
“Thank you all for coming,” Damian began. His voice was smooth, steady. “I want to address the rumors directly.”
The room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.
“Yes,” Damian continued, “I have a son. His name is Julian Blake. He is five years old. And he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”