His Secret Son Novels & Stories

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

His hand slid higher, cupping my ass possessively through my dress, pressing just enough to make me gasp. ‎“Still keeping secrets, baby?” he whispered, lips grazing my neck. “Still trying to hide that sweet little boy from me?” ‎My entire body went ice-cold. The air left my lungs in a rush. ‎Alexander. ‎No one knew about my son except me and Diane. No one. ‎I had buried every record, paid every favor, kept him completely off the radar so Marcus and the world could never use him against me. ‎But Silas… he knew.

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

Kent Henry, my real father. The words still feel foreign, impossible. I've spent twenty years believing I knew who I was, the daughter of a man who left when I was six, the child of a woman who drank to forget. Now I'm the secret offspring of a billionaire, hidden away like something shameful, paid to stay invisible. I need to tell someone, the weight of it is crushing me. And so I choose Mike.

"Exactly. With my son's capability, even without her, we will live perfectly fine." Harrison parted his lips, but in the end, he said nothing. The loss of his clients, the suspension of his promotion, his maxed-out credit cards... he couldn't voice a single syllable of these things. His pride wouldn't allow it. He grabbed his car keys, turned around, and slammed the door as he left. Heidi watched his departing figure and let out a sigh. "Harrison is just too sentimental. Give it a few days, and he’ll figure it out."

​Adrian ignored them all until a reporter screamed: "What do you have to say about your autistic son?" ​Adrian froze for a split second. He didn't let his face change, but the words echoed in his head. Inside the station, he looked up at a television. The news was already broadcasting the story: the fall of a titan, a double murder, and the secret son he had hidden from the world for years.

“And if I’m going to keep my mouth shut and make plans ahead, I need to know everything. No more surprises.” I swallowed and remained silence for a while before whispering, “My son…” I coughed once. “…he didn’t make it.” I avoided his eyes. He pulled his body back and I could sense he wasn’t buying it. “Theresa, he didn’t make it… or you had him killed? To cover your secret.” A wave of heat coursed through my body.

“Son, she’s the real deal. There’s no reason to wait any longer. Besides, I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not when she’s around.” “What do you mean? You don’t act any different when she’s around.” “My name, Scott. Hell, the other week, she kept calling me Mr. Jenkins, and I kept wondering who she was talking to. I’m too old to keep up with all these secrets.” “It’s just one secret.” “And it’s a big one.” “Not in the grand scheme of things.” “You don’t think you having more money than Kenny Chesney isn’t a big deal? You don’t think lying about your name isn’t a big deal? All right, what’s really going on? Why are you putting off telling her?”

That was her mother overreacting to the news of her boyfriend. "Mom, he is a really nice guy, he is not a criminal, he is a businessman," She said, hiding the fact that he used to be one. He left all that when she asked him to. The guy loved her too much for her good. Now he did not have any link to the criminal world and that's all that she desired. She was happy with him and that was all that mattered. "I do not believe the pause you took in between Aarvi," her father came into the frame. Her breath got stuck in her throat, it was not like she was not loved by her family or her father. She was scared of him. Anyone would be scared of Viraj Sharma.

Having said this, Eric got up and turned to leave after losing hope from his son. While listening to his dad, that child bowed her head lightly and moved her lips lightly, and some words came out, "Daddy, I am….so ..um." Eric understood that his son was hesitating to say sorry, but Eric had already melted. He turned and hugged his son tightly and closed his eyes. Gently he caressed his son, Ryle's waist. The secret that Eric had been hiding from the world for five years was that he had no daughter but a son, whom he affectionately named Ryle, and Ryle did not exist in this world.