His Secret Son, Her Public Shame

thought she was untouchable, hidden away in h

e, but to see the truth with my own eyes, to hear it from their own m

stood out-a cleaning service that was paid a surprisingly low, flat monthly fee. A company that likely underpaid its workers. I found their website and the name of th

an with three other women. I wore a plain blue uniform, a baseball cap pul

. She barely glanced at me. "Upstairs bedrooms and the maste

d in the life they had built here. On the bedside table was a silver frame. It held a picture of Ivan and Kiera on their wedding day. They weren'

s. Leo on a pony. Kiera and Ivan laughing on a boat. My father, Richard Donovan, a renowned architect, had designed this

ers. I kept my voice low and disguised. "It' s a b

at boy. And Mr. Donovan... he' s here more than he' s at his own

h me anything. I had begged him to teach me calligraphy, his passio

van?" I asked,

head. "Brings her new jewelry every week. Says Kiera is

e. Not the real daughter who had spen

turned to leave the kitchen, I heard the sound of a

yes wide with panic. "Quick, hide! In the p

d. I pressed myself against the shelves, my heart pounding against my

"But I wanted

stroking his hair. "Daddy will get you

ed at Kiera, his face etched with concern. "Are

"Just tired. It' s hard, Ivan. Pretending all the

caught in

air to you. But we have to be careful. Just a little longer. Once the new merger is complete, I won' t need

ise?" she

vow. "You and Leo are my entire world. Aliana..

aceh

as using. A temporary fix until he got what he wanted. The love, the

at. I had all the proof I needed. I had the photos, the bank st

the hall. I slipped out of the pantry, nodded a silent thank you to a terrif

to the patio for a phone call. She saw me. Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition

led out. "What are y

art hammering. I couldn' t let her see my face. N