The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 881 | Released on: 05/02/2026

e shoved it again, panic rising in her chest, before she re

she screamed, h

nt, came running to the door, fumbling with the latch. When the

with mascara. "They froze everything. The credit line, the

The walls, usually adorned with promising contemporary pieces, were hal

lva? IRS audit. We have a report of money launderin

s balling into fists. "This is a fa

sed on the evidence provided." Th

f them was an obscure holding company with a name only she and Lucas would recognize-the private joke name they'd given to an accoun

ket. She pulled it out, expec

, her young

wet gurgle. "Don't... do

s axis. "Nate? What ha

e gasped. Then th

loe, call the police. Send them

abs. She ran toward the subway entrance, her high heel catching in a metal grate. She yanked her foot up, hear

t through the subway station. Kate didn't care. The train rid

toward the old industrial park where they stored the ov

ashing wood ech

ieked, rushing i

d masked half his face. Two men in black leather jackets stood over h

ers of a

ainst a crate and swung it with eve

ull thud. He barely flinched. He turned to look at

man said. He didn't attack her. He did

oulder, and strolled out into the dayligh

rother. "Nate, oh god, Nate." She pulled a handkerchief

ing shut. "Kate... look." He pointed

Her breath

osed to be their retirement fund, their safety net. The canvas

led in the

s" light. She went to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her dress was ru

ed like

her phone and

you like the redecorating?" His voic

t?" Kate asked.

front of Estelle. Beg her forgiveness for trying to seduce me f

gain. The fear in her eyes was hardening int

ood only made him hungrier. If she wanted to

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The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

Evvie Foreman Billionaires

“I woke up in a bed of cold marble and silk, lying next to Armond Emerson-the billionaire CEO who treats people like disposable assets. Five years ago, I escaped his world with a secret that could destroy me; now, a single night of desperation had put me right back in his crosshairs. My nightmare was only beginning. My ex-boyfriend, Lucas, had me followed to the penthouse and was now using my family as target practice to force me back under his thumb. Within twenty-four hours, my gallery was seized, my bank accounts were frozen, and my brother was left bleeding on a warehouse floor with his painting hands crushed. Lucas's threat was clear: "Kneel and beg, or I'll make sure your little bastard in Queens has an accident." That "bastard" was Leo, my four-year-old son. He was the secret heir to the Emerson empire, and Armond had no idea he existed. To protect him, I sold my soul. I walked into Armond's office and offered a deal: I'd be his fake fiancée to stabilize his board of directors if he destroyed Lucas. He agreed, but his touch was a brand and his suspicion was a knife. He started digging into the five-year gap in my resume, hiring investigators to peel back the layers of my time in Switzerland. I thought I could play the part of the harmless socialite until the danger passed. I thought I could keep my son hidden in the shadows of a crumbling Queens apartment while I played house with a monster. But after a brutal attack in a parking garage, I collapsed in Armond's arms, my consciousness fading as I whispered the one name I should have kept buried. As I lay sedated in his penthouse, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Armond answered it. "Mommy? Are you okay? Uncle Nate said the bad man hurt you." The silence that followed was the sound of my world ending. Armond stared at the caller ID, looking at the face of the son I had stolen from him, and finally realized exactly what I had been running from.”