Romans & histoires His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret

Seeing this opportunity, he figured that losing a son and his baby mama would be a big step for him, hence, he had come back to the country just for this case "Well, this time, I will once again win over him" Hazel replied There was a knock on his door and his secretary's head popped in, "Sir, your meeting is scheduled in five minutes" Hazel nodded once and stared once at the pictures he had taken, once again he hesitated about using them against Anabelle, why was he feeling guilty about it all of a sudden? Reading her diary doesn't change how he feels about her neither should he feel pity for her because of it

He shook his head, mouth curling at one corner with something that looked uncomfortably like pity. "Or is this about us?" He pulled Rebecca gently behind him, his posture settling into something protective and proprietary. "Because let's be honest about what actually happened five years ago. You were the one who destroyed what we had. You cheated. You lied. If anyone has the right to be angry here, it's not you." His voice dropped, sharper now. "Don't take your guilt out on Becca." Sebastian Stonewell. Mayor's son. Heir to one of New York's oldest political dynasties. Handsome, polished, bred for podiums and press conferences.

He went back and sank his butt into the sofa that had been placed at the close proximity from the bed while working on his laptop, feigning pretense, trying to concentrate on the report he was checking through. He craned his neck from side to side, trying to resolve the sudden stiffness in his neck, until he noticed Lucy- his blood sister, who grew up to turn to what he had least expected. He was the successor of the popular mafian king, Chase Louis and he had successfully carried on the legacy. He had made sure to keep her sister away from bloodshed or anything illegal, not to drown her in the mud their parents had built. Hunter had chosen to show her nothing but love, but she ruined every

He’s the same person who held dad’s hand all through to the time when dad finally became a president. Since then, nothing had been the same. “Well…” Polinel claps once to regain our attention, “…now that you’re all present and about to join your maker, it’s best to expose all the deep-rooted family or personal secrets. The head of the house has to go first, of course.” I still have my eyes on my dad, and he doesn’t hesitate to spit out, “the only secret I have is my utmost regret at ever marrying your mother and birthing you kids. You’re all my worst mistakes.”

She looked like she wanted to vomit. "But wait, there’s more," I continued, nodding to James. "Because Greg doesn't just trade in family secrets. He trades in people." The heavy double doors at the back of the hall swung open with a loud bang. A man walked down the center aisle—thin, pale, and looking like he’d been through a war. Greg’s knees actually buckled. He looked like he’d seen an actual ghost. "Joe?" he whispered.

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

"Enzo. You know him?" "Ah. Lorenzio, the second heir." Ricchar crossed his arms and looked me in the eye again. "Are you still dating guys?" "What?" I pulled a face. Ricchar squinted at me. A mix of curiosity and puzzlement narrowed his eyes. "Does Mykaela know?" So what? I made a face at the sudden inquiry. It made me want to shift the topic to avoid the issue. "Why would I keep it a secret?"

“I swear to you, Alicia. I will burn every bridge, every dollar, before I let that happen.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispered. “That you’ll burn for me. And then resent me for it.” “Never.” “You don’t know that.” “I know me.” She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to. A knock at the door made them both jump. It was Zara. Face grim, holding a tablet. “You need to see this,” she said. She turned the screen. A gossip site. Fresh post, twenty minutes old. *EXCLUSIVE: GEORGE HEIR’S SECRET SON - DICKSON CONNECTION EXPOSED. IS CHRIS WALES THE BIOLOGICAL UNCLE?*

“Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.” Aiden stood, alarmed. “Julian’s dad?” “No,” Clarissa said. “Yours.” The blood drained from Aiden’s face. “What?” Clarissa dropped the file in front of him. Aiden stared at the document, at the names signed underneath years of secret transfers, offshore wiring, project names—experiments. Trials. And at the very bottom, under the signature of someone long believed irrelevant… Alexander Shaw. Could this be the reason?

All the words I’d held back and emotions I’d buried came rushing to the surface. “You left me,” I choked out, my voice muffled against his chest. “You left us.” “I know,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I know, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. I was stupid, Julia. I was scared, and I didn’t know how to be what you needed. But I’ve regretted it every single day since. It’s my biggest regret, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right. I swear to you, I will.”