All Chapters of Hiding The Billionaire's Son : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. Robert Pays The Price

Samantha's POV"Dad!"He barely gets through the door before I'm on him. He drops the grocery bags and catches me, pulling me in the way he used to when I was small and the world felt too big. He smells so fresh and I didn't know how badly I needed that smell until now."Hey, hey. I've got you. I'm here.""I'm sorry," I keep crying into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.""Stop that." He pulls back and holds my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks. "What are you apologizing for?""Everything." I let out a wet, broken laugh. "All of it."He steers me to the small couch, sits me down and doesn't let go of my hands. He looks around the apartment once. The peeling paint, the narrow window and the single pot on the stove. His jaw tightens for just a moment before he smooths it out."Tell me," he says."I made so many wrong choices, and now... I'm all alone... I'm pregnant... no plans for the baby... I'm just... Dad..." I will the tears to stop, but they don't. "I should have listened to you."

12. I'll Be Back

"Mum, slow down. I don't understand. Where's dad?""Your father is in surgery, Samantha. He was hit and run over by a truck on his way home. Are you listening to me? He is in surgery right now."The world tilts and I fall to the floor. I press my hand against my baby who is nothing more than a cluster of cells and a secret I haven't told anyone except my father. "What hospital? I'm coming. I'm coming right now.""Don't."I freeze."Don't you dare come here, Samantha. You've done enough." Her voice is shaking. "You stay exactly where you are until you can look at him without him knowing it's your fault."The line goes dead before I can respond. I remain there with the phone pressed against my ear, listening to nothing.Daddy... No, I can't sit here and cry. I need to see my father. I rise on my feet, grab my bag from the hook of the door and the cash my dad squeezed into my palms just before he left. I count it twice because the first time my hands are shaking too badly to trust the

13. Five Years Later

Samantha's POV"I want a tail and a real lightsaber and machine that turns everyday to Saturday and my own school bus (Dani's father drives one!). Don't forget pizzaaaa.""Ma'am, we're touching down in five minutes."I look up from the hilarious wishlist Charlie had squeezed it into my palm while kissing him goodbye. Just who does this boy think I am? Priya, my assistant, is across from me, scrolling through something definitely unimportant like the view of Manhattan from a private jet is something she sees every day. "Priya, what unimportant things are you doing now?" She doesn't look up. "Going through tomorrow's guest list. There are three hundred people attending—" "And?" "Okay, fine." She finally glances out the window. "The view is nice." Timothy is beside me. He's been quiet since we left, which isn't unusual, but something about the way he's watching the city come into focus makes me wonder what he's thinking. I've known him for five years and I still can't always read

14. I Am Not Your Mate

Samantha's POV"Okay but the green or the black? And be honest, Nadia, I know your honest face and your polite face."I turn in front of the mirror while Nadia watches from my phone screen, propped against the vanity. Three years since she came to Gregory Consulting as a junior analyst and turned into the person I text at midnight when I can't sleep."The black. Obviously the black. Why do you even have the green with you?""Because Priya packed for me and Priya has opinions.""Priya has great opinions. Wear the black." Nadia shifts Charlie on her lap and he immediately leans toward the camera."Mommy, are you getting dressed?""I'm trying to, baby.""Is your room nice?""Very nice.""Nicer than my room?""Not even close."He grins and I feel it in my chest as always. It's a warmth that hasn't dulled once in five years. He has Damian's eyes and my stubbornness and somehow the combination produced the most effortlessly charming person I have ever met."Go let Auntie Nadia finish eating

15. Does She Know About Us?

"Don't you dare stand in a room I earned and tell me how I built it.""How dare you touch my brother, you piece of shit!" Victoria's hand connects with the side of my face before I finish drawing breath and the force of it snaps my head sideways. My cheek stings and my ears ring. I swing my hand and slap her back. The sound is sharper than I expected, and she stumbled back one step. Her hand flies to her face while her expression cycles through shock, fury and disbelief that I actually slapped her."You wench!" Georgia steps forward and I see her hand coming fast toward my cheek, and then it stops. Timothy caught her wrist mid air.For a moment, we are all frozen. The room around us has stopped pretending to do anything else. Even the servers have paused with their trays half-extended.Damian's eyes are locked on mine. His gaze only breaks when Timothy discards Georgia's hand like it's trash. I see the strain in the corner of Damian's eyes as he looks at someone behind me. Timothy."

16. Why I Shouldn't Kiss Her

I turn around slowly. Damian stands a few feet away, his tie gone, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He looks like he's been standing in the lobby for a while. Waiting. Probably for me. "We're together," I say. "Back off." Damian's eyes don't leave my face. "That's not what I asked. Does she know about us? About what you did?" "I'm not a lying bastard like you, Damian." "So she knows and still..." his fists clench at his sides. I watch his knuckles go white. "How long?" "Five years." "Five years." He laughs, even though there's not a single hint of happiness in it. "My ex-wife doesn't deserve my ex-best friend. Even if my ex-best friend is a jerk." I see what he's doing. From the insults, to the set of his shoulders, to the way he's holding himself very still. He's not angry about me being with Samantha. "I think I'm the one who gets to decide what I deserve," I say. "And I know you're just threatened that someone else might treat her better than you ever did." Becau

17. She Pretended

Damian's POV"Where did you go?"I walk past Lorraine without answering, car keys already in my hand."Damian." Her heels click fast behind me across the lobby marble. "I asked you a question.""Go home.""You left me waiting at the bar for twenty minutes—""Call your driver." I push through the hotel's side entrance into the night air. "Or an Uber. I'm going to HQ."She reaches for the car door handle at the same time I do, and I turn to look at her. "Lorraine.""It's almost eleven o'clock at night.""I know what time it is."She stares at me for a moment, trying to figure out what happened between the gala and now. I don't give her anything. She's used to me giving her some explanation that lets her feel like she's still in control. Tonight, I don't have the energy. "You've been strange all evening," she says. "First with that woman, then you disappear, now this. What is going on with you?" I slide into the driver's seat and close the door. She steps back just before I pull away,

18. Kick Her Out

Samantha's POV I stretch in bed and wait for Charlie to burst through the door like he does every morning, but the room stays quiet. My eyes open, and the ceiling looks different. The light comes through the wrong window. I sit up so fast my head spins. Yesterday comes crashing back. The gala, the Sterlings, the slaps, my confession, the meeting... The meeting! Did I miss the meeting? I grab my phone from the nightstand to call Timothy, but I'm met with seven missed calls from Nadia. Oh my god, what happened while I was asleep? "Finally!" Her voice blasts through the speaker. "I've been calling you all night, Sam!" "Is Charlie okay? Did something happen?" "Charlie is fine. He's eating my pancakes after telling me I don't make them the way you do." I heave a sigh of relief after hearing that. "I'm calling because I want to know about the gala. You didn't tell me how it went." I fall back against the pillows and let out another breath. "You scared me." "You scared me first.

19. Go Away, Mummy

Samantha's POV I stare at Damian for a second and I burst out laughing. A mix of irritation and confusion flickers across his face. He opens his mouth to speak, but I'm still laughing. Timothy settles back beside me like he's watching something entertaining. "Something funny?" Damian asks, and that just makes it worse. I wave my hand at Daniel as I suppress my laugh. "Continue, please." "Gregory Consulting is not moving," Daniel speaks lowly. He doesn't even need to raise his voice for it to carry power. "Miss Gregory has completed three successful projects with the Rahim Group with a delivery record that speaks for itself. She is the consulting firm on this contract and that was decided before this room was arranged." "Sterling Empire is co-funding this development," Damian counters. Daniel picks up his pen and taps it once on the table. "Regarding Sterling Empire's position as co-funder, yes, but the Rahim Group has sufficient funding to carry this project independently. W

20. Purple Sun

Samantha's POV "Why are you talking to him like that?" Nadia stands up from the floor where she'd been squatting. "He did something bad in his room, that's why he's hiding. You're acting like someone died." "Really?" I exhale so hard my shoulders drop. All that panic, thinking he was hurt. "Charlie, baby." I knock softer this time. "Mummy isn't angry. I bought you that tail you asked for. The one you put on your wishlist." Silence. Then, "I'm not a baby, mummy. Humans can't have tails." I press my forehead against the door and close my eyes. He knew. He wrote it down in that earnest little handwriting knowing full well it was impossible. I can't believe a five year old was testing me. "Charlie Gregory, open this door." Nothing. I straighten up and use the voice that doesn't negotiate. "Charles, you will open the door before I count to three. One. Two." Still nothing. Now my chest tightens again, not from panic but from something else. He's never ignored the counting before.

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