His Secret Son Novels & Stories

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

I started, sitting opposite him, he shook himself back to reality and sat on the edge of the bed. "I have eyes Pearl, and I can start to see why I was attracted to you, I realise Sophie’s my daughter now" I was stunned by this realization, “you remember?” I asked sitting up. He nodded, “Yes but I can't remember meeting you or having sex with you, I dont usually cum in my concubines, I try to hide my infidelity from my wife, but my baby mama coming to see me at the hospital is a form of desperation I can't accept, you can't keep making appearances here pearl, I understand we have a child together but…”

"Bye, Nicole." I interrupted in return. The man drove away in a few moments while my son walked closer to me. I looked at him, trying to contain the curiosity that already felt unstoppable, but asked anyway. "So, what were you talking about earlier, Richard? I'd like to know...." I looked up at him, at my son, who had taken my hand in his. He smiled. "It's a secret, Mom. A secret between men." We were already in the house. My father was already there, and Richard had let go of my hand to give him a big hug. "Grandpa!"

"He found the child." "It appears so, Vivienne. The rumors from the staff are... significant. They’re calling it an engagement. He’s already had the lawyers drafting paperwork for a public announcement." I finally took a sip of the scotch. It burned, but I welcomed it. The heat helped to numb the sudden, sharp rage that was clawing at the inside of my ribs. Larry had a son. A biological heir. And he had found the mother, some low-rent girl he’d clearly been hiding in the shadows of his past.

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

Inside was a USB drive. Labeled in Alexander’s handwriting: The Last Truth. She stared at it. She had never seen it before. She plugged it into the laptop. One file. A video. Alexander’s face filled the screen. Older. Sick. But smiling. “Elena,” he said. “If you’re watching this, the last secret is out. I’m gone. And the boy has come for what he thinks is his.” He leaned closer. “I never told you the full truth about Mark’s son. I never told anyone. Not even you.”

"It was him. It was Victor. He said your father had started suspecting us, that he'd hidden the gold. He said if we didn't move, your father was going to tell you and we'd be finished. "He made me put something in your father's drink the night before he went out. He swore to me it was just a sleeping pill, just to make him sleep heavy. Then he dragged your father onto a boat he'd already sabotaged, in the middle of the night, and left him out there to die. I never wanted to kill anybody. He made me do it."

I tried not to react, but my breath betrayed me. Nico noticed. “If the blood frightens you, leave.” “The blood doesn’t frighten me.” “What does?” I looked around the room. “The fact that you know my father’s secrets better than I do.” For the first time, the coldness in his face softened. “Your father brought me here the night mine died,” he said. “I was surrounded by men telling me how to lead a family when I hadn’t yet understood that I had lost one.” I became still.

"Nothing fixes that. Nothing can undo what I did." She paused. "But I can tell you the truth. The whole truth. About your father. About your family. About you." Drake's jaw tightened. "What truth?" Catherine leaned forward. "Your father had a secret," she said. "A secret he took to his grave. A secret that changes everything." Drake stared at her. "What secret?" Catherine was silent for a moment. Then, she said: "You're not his son." --- The world stopped. Drake stared at her.

I try to process what I just said, to make sense of the fact that I just admitted my biggest secret to this billionaire monster, but my brain is completely fried. "A son?" Alexander laughs, low and cold. The sound of his mockery slices straight through me. "You have got to be kidding me, Elena. A secret kid? Who the hell is the father?" My breath catches. "It doesn't matter who the father is!" I whisper, my voice shaking so hard. "He's not in the picture. He never was! But my son... his name is Leo. He needs me, Alexander! He's only four years old. He has nobody but me!"