His Secret Son, Her Public Shame

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I was Aliana Donovan, a resident physician, finally reunited with the wealthy family I' d been lost from as a child. I had loving parents and a handsome, successful fiancé. I was safe. I was loved. It was a perfect, fragile lie. The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me. She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms. I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family. My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow. They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.

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: Aliana Donovan, Kiera Reese and Ivan Hughes

Family Betrayal Revenge CEO Drama

Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me.

She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms.

I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family.

My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow.

They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.

Chapter 1

Five years. That' s how long they told me Kiera Reese had been gone. Five years since she' d had a supposed mental breakdown after trying to frame me for leaking corporate secrets, a move that nearly destroyed my medical career. My fiancé, Ivan Hughes, and my parents, the Donovans, had assured me she was sent away to get help, disgraced and removed from our lives forever.

I believed them. I was Aliana Donovan, a resident physician, finally reunited with the wealthy family I' d been lost from as a child. I had loving parents and a handsome, successful fiancé. I was safe. I was loved. It was a perfect, fragile lie.

The lie shattered on a Tuesday.

Ivan was supposed to be at a board meeting. He had texted me, "Thinking of you. It' s going to be a long night. Don' t wait up."

But I wanted to surprise him. I had just finished a grueling 36-hour shift at the hospital and drove to his office building, Hughes Biomedical, with his favorite takeout. The security guard in the lobby gave me a polite smile. "Mr. Hughes left about an hour ago, Dr. Donovan."

A cold knot formed in my stomach. I called his phone. It rang once, then went to voicemail. I tried the tracker on his car, a feature I' d only ever used once when he' d misplaced it in a massive parking garage. The glowing dot on my phone screen wasn' t anywhere near his usual routes. It was heading toward a gated community on the other side of town, a place I' d never even heard of.

I drove, my hands tight on the steering wheel. The cold knot in my stomach grew, tightening with every mile. The address led me to a sprawling modern mansion, lights blazing, music spilling out into the manicured gardens. It looked like a party.

I parked down the street and walked toward the house. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw a scene that didn' t make sense. And then, I saw him. My fiancé, Ivan. He wasn' t in a suit. He was in casual clothes, a relaxed smile on his face.

He was holding a little boy on his shoulders, maybe four or five years old. The boy was giggling, his small hands tangled in Ivan' s dark hair.

And then I saw the woman standing next to them, her hand resting on Ivan's arm.

Kiera Reese.

She wasn' t disgraced. She wasn' t in a treatment facility. She was radiant, dressed in a silk gown, looking every bit the happy mother and partner. She laughed, a sound I remembered with a shudder, and leaned in to kiss Ivan on the cheek. He turned his head and kissed her back, a familiar, loving gesture that he had used with me just that morning.

My breath hitched. The world tilted on its axis. I stumbled back into the shadows of a large oak tree, my body trembling.

I could hear their voices through the slightly open patio door.

"Leo is getting so big," Kiera said, her voice dripping with contentment. "He looks more like you every day."

"He has his mother' s charm," Ivan replied, his voice warm with an affection I now realized I had never truly received. He lifted the boy, Leo, off his shoulders and set him down.

"Are you sure Aliana doesn' t suspect anything?" Kiera asked, her tone shifting slightly. "Five years is a long time to keep this up."

"She doesn' t have a clue," Ivan said, his voice laced with a casual cruelty that stole the air from my lungs. "She' s so grateful to have a family, she' d believe anything we tell her. It' s almost sad."

"Poor, pathetic Aliana," Kiera sneered. "Still thinks you' re going to marry her. Still thinks Mommy and Daddy Donovan love their real daughter more than me."

Ivan laughed. It wasn't a nice sound. "They feel guilty. That' s all. They know they owe you. We all do. This house, this life... it' s the least we could do to make up for what you 'went through' ."

He said "went through" with air quotes. The whole story of her breakdown was a performance. A lie they all participated in.

I felt a wave of nausea. My parents. They were in on it, too. The money for this lavish life, this secret family, it came from them. From the Donovan fortune that was supposed to be mine.

My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d finally found after a childhood in foster care-was a carefully constructed stage. And I was the fool playing the lead role, unaware that the rest of the cast was laughing at me behind the curtain.

I backed away slowly, my movements wooden. I got into my car, my body shaking so hard I could barely turn the key in the ignition. My phone buzzed in my lap. It was a text from Ivan.

"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home."

The casual lie, typed out while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow. The world didn't just tilt; it crumbled into dust around me.

I drove away, not toward our shared apartment, but toward a future they couldn't control. The grief was a physical weight, crushing my chest. But beneath it, a tiny, hard ember of resolve began to glow.

They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool.

They were about to find out just how wrong they were.