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The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 502    |    Released on: 05/02/2026

and pulled her away from the crowd, marching her t

ng me!" Kate gasped,

shadows of the stable and spun her aroun

Armond demanded. "Are you two r

" Kate rubbed her wrist

d at you," Armond snarl

wn anything,"

ive black stallion. "Since you seem to have a problem

doing?" Kate

It wasn't

hands strong and unyielding, depositing her onto the saddle

k. His legs framed hers. The inti

eck. He covered her hands with his. "If you don't con

he horse in

from the club. The wind whipped Kate's hair. She screame

d yelled over the wind.

ng the tension between them. Armond was asser

es. Kate was panting, her heart racing

s voice lower now, right in her ear. "You do

His face was inches from hers.

pped to her lips. "You subm

d desire. Kate tried to push him away, but her hands curled into his shirt in

's pho

g hard. He cursed and pulle

" he b

a discrepancy in the Swiss records. The clinic M

The heat in his v

said softly. "Fin

e back of Kate's head, at t

his voice devoid of emoti

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The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding
The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding
“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.”