The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 797 | Released on: 05/02/2026

ed straight toward them. She had cleaned the blood off her face and pinned the tear in her dress with a sterile safety p

guard asked, ste

is past is here," Kate

ouched his earpiece. A mome

Estelle, Lucas's fiancée, was holding court near the center, laughing at something a senator's

he crowd parted, not out of respect, but

r the silence. "If it isn't the bankrupt

. Kate didn't blink. She walked u

ugh for the inner circle to hear.

ch. Lucas smirked, expecti

asn't the original-she wasn't stupid-but a copy

rged Nate's signature. But you forgot that I kept the record

rted to the paper, then to the peop

Tuesday, isn't it? I wonder what they'd think about the Vice Pre

his fingers digging into her tendons

," Kate

and smelling of scotch against her ear. "I can bury you. And that litt

ty faded into a high-pitched ring. He t

s visceral, ancient. She wrenched

nnecting with Lucas's ch

gasp sucked the air out of the room. A bright r

touch a hair on his head, and I won't just ruin your ca

e!" She tried to shove Kate, but Kate sidestepped. Estelle stumbled, cra

d toward the exit, her back straig

her, humiliation cracking his voice. "Yo

he cool air hit her, the adrenaline crashed. She leaned against the bric

come for her now with everything he had. The blackmail file

. An impenetrable,

the Emerson Tower pierced the clo

nd - Do Not Call. It was his old private number, one she suspected was long disconnected. But last night, in a moment of reckless curios

ing him was suicide. It was walking back into the lion's de

ressed

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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.”