Romans & histoires His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret

“I won’t beat around the bush. You must be a very busy man, especially these days.” I wasn’t actually. This was the first time since the funeral I’d even left my apartment. “Thanks. I’d appreciate if we could make this quick.” “Certainly.” Gracefully sweeping his hand toward his visitor’s chair, he sank down into his own and started unraveling a leather strap around a leather-bound folder. The guy definitely had a thing for leather. “As you know, you’re your dad’s only heir.” “Yes.” Well, at least there were no illegitimate children I was going to have deal with on top of everything else.

"Promise." After Caroline left, I sank onto the bed, the weight of everything crashing down on me. The tabloids. Hunter's kiss. And now this text…threatening to expose a secret I'd kept buried for three years. Whatever peace I'd found in Hunter's arms had vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of fear. Because if someone knew the truth about Caesar's father, then everything I had built…my life, my son's safety, this fragile connection with Hunter, could all come crashing down.

He looked seductively at her awaking those feelings he had builded in her . " Why can't she resist this man ?" . Shannon thought , her head was banging hard . " A Chairman daughter ? An ex Secretary of Lancaster firm , A foster child to the Sawyer's Family , which exactly are you , Shannon ? " Shannon eyes widened as she heard him listed all her secret before her . His face came down on hers as he stared deeply into her eyes , " Which are you ? You seems to be very complicated , but no matter what , I would resolve every piece ! " His voice sounded as though he was threatening her.

"I'll make sure she doesn't come near you again." "That's not even my only fear," I said quietly. "My other one is that someday you'll wake up and realize I wasn't worth giving up your inheritance." He didn't answer right away. "I can't promise you it won't hurt when it happens," he said finally. "Losing it, if it comes to that. It's what my grandfather left for me, and I'd be lying if I said walking away from it costs nothing." His thumb moved along my jaw. "But I'd rather have that ache and you than have everything he left me and live miserably without you. I choose you.”

He then grabbed a chair from beside me and put it in front of me before taking a seat on it so he was just facing me. "Listen up, darling, I've dealt with enough shit for the past years and I'm not in a mood to deal with more so spill the fucking beans already. Tell me where the hell he's hiding and I'll let you go." "Well, darling, I'd like to tell you if I knew who the fuck you're talking about. I've been alive for twenty years now and never have I ever heard of any Joseph or whatever." I replied honestly with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Unless you're talking about Joseph Morgan. I tell you, that man is so—" he cut me off, "shut up."

“Could you please hold on? I'll be heading to the hospital now. You could continue with the treatment and I'll bring the payment—” "We've given enough grace, Miss Hart,” the doctor cut in. "No deposit, no treatment.” Before I could say another word, the line beeped dead. Mr. McConaughey who had overheard every single word, scoffed. I turned to see him smirking. “What's the problem?" I asked. "You can’t pay for your son’s schooling, yet you still want to keep that old woman alive?” Je shook his head. “She's already at her end, Miss Hart. I'd advise you let her die and focus on what's more important—your child.”

My only option was to somehow find a way to love Celia and forget about Blair. It shouldn't be hard especially since she'd betrayed me. I went upstairs to my old room, showered and after hours of tossing and turning, fell asleep,having nightmares of Blair dying. I woke up the next day to the sound of my alarm clock. I immediately turned it off and went straight to the bathroom filled with absolute irritation. I had thought the last few days had been a nightmare but nope. Blair had cheated and Celia was my fiancee. I let the water cascade down my back, my palms pressed on either side of the wall, my mind reeling.

“He doesn’t know? He doesn’t recognize you?” I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “No. To him, I’m just another designer. He has no idea that I’ve been raising his son for five years.” The room fell silent, the enormity of the situation hanging heavily between us. Tessa set her tea aside, leaning forward and placing a comforting hand on mine. “Ky, are you sure you want to keep this a secret? He has a right to know about Liam.”

I smiled. Too late. For several seconds, there was no response. Then another message appeared. You're thinking about me. My cheeks warmed. I hated how easily he could read me now. I glanced toward the camera. Maybe I should have denied it. Instead, I let myself smile. Because he was right. I was thinking about him. I was thinking about the man who had walked into my life disguised as a stranger. The man who had watched me for months. The man who had discovered my deepest secret and somehow made me feel more seen than anyone ever had.

Luca Meier, the perfect Alpha heir of Zurich’s banking dynasty, faces a devastating biological shift that strips him of his status and dignity. Cast out by his family, he is forced into a strategic marriage with General Adrian Keller, a man who has always despised his arrogance. As a bloody coup threatens the nation, Luca discovers he carries the most dangerous secret of all: the true heir to the throne. Now, the disgraced prince and the ruthless general must navigate a web of lies to reclaim a kingdom and protect a legacy that could change their world forever.