All Chapters of Hiding The Billionaire's Son : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. Is That Your Son?

Samantha's POV Her eyes widen."You're joking. Because of Damian?" She's searching my face for a sign of madness."No," I cut her off before she can spiral. I lean against the kitchen island, my fingers tracing the rim of a cold coffee mug. "I thought about it all through dinner. Charlie needs me. Staying away for six months, video calling him from a skyscraper while he’s here struggling? It’s doing him no good. He’s being bullied, Nadia. He’s hurting because he thinks he’s incomplete without a father and—""Sam, stop. Running away to Manhattan isn't the answer to a schoolyard bully.""I’m not running," I counter, my voice hardening. "In fact, I’m going to that school tomorrow morning. I’m going to face those kids and their parents before we leave. Charlie needs to see me stand up for him.""Okay." Nadia’s grip loosens, her expression softening into a reluctant smile. "That sounds more like the Samantha I know.""Besides," I continue, pacing the small kitchen. "We’ve been in Carolina

32. Her Son Is Ugly

Samantha's POV Charlie is slumped against my shoulder, his small, warm breaths the only thing keeping me grounded. If they see his face... if they look at him for even a second too long, they’ll see the jawline, the blue eyes, the exact arch of the brow. My genes didn't even put up a fight; he is a carbon copy of the man standing ten feet away.Damian takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on the bundle in my arms. I take a sharp step back, my heels clicking like a warning.Georgia is already narrowing her eyes, her head tilted with the focus of a hawk calculating the trajectory of its prey. Beside her, Victoria’s gaze flits between my terrified face and the back of Charlie’s head. Lorraine stands perfectly still, her expression a mask of brittle composure that looks ready to crack. I shift my weight, turning Charlie’s face further into the crook of my neck. "This isn't the time or the place, Damian," I angle my body, trying to use my shoulder as a shield, but I know my body language

33. Don't Ever Ask For My Heart

Timothy's POV "Boundaries?" My voice is hollow even to my ears. The word feels like a physical barrier rising between us. Samantha is still twisting her fingers, her gaze fixed on the plush rug. "People think we’re a couple, Tim. I've never actually thought too much about it, but if I'm gonna let someone new in, I can’t have them seeing you at my side every hour of the day. It’s not fair to anyone."My chest tightens. "Ah."I want to tell her that I’ve spent five years hoping people were right. I want to tell her that there is no one else who could possibly love her and her son more than I do."So, I'm a deterrent now?" I try to keep my tone light, but the hurt bleeds through. "Is that what I've become?""No, Tim, that's not it." She finally looks up. "But look at us. Everyone assumes the seat beside me is already filled. And it’s the same for you! I’ve been holding you back, too. You should be finding a life partner, someone who doesn't come with the baggage of a secret child and

34. Because I Was Horny

Damian's POV There's pure horror on her face as my words sink in, the white Turkish lace of her gown looking like a shroud in the midday sun. I should feel something—guilt, perhaps—but I am empty."The marriage is going to happen, Lorraine," I state coldly. The strong scent of her perfume is making my throat tighten. "We had a deal. I am participating in this wedding preparation because it is a partnership between our families. That is all." I turn to leave."And one more thing," I add, pausing without looking back. "Samantha has nothing to do with this. She is gone. Never mention her name near me again. Not today, not after we’re married. Never. This is your last warning.""And the love you made to me just days ago?" her voice cracks behind me, shrill. "What was that, Damian? Was that a partnership between families too?"I let out a jagged breath. I don't even turn around to face the wreckage of her expression. "I FUCKED. I fucked you because I was horny and you were the only avail

35. The Sterling Rot

Damian's POVI told myself minutes ago that I don't want to hear anything about Samantha again. But the way Victoria said five years ago is a hook in my throat, pulling me back until I am standing directly over her kneeling form, my shadow swallowing her form."What about five years ago, Victoria?""She came back," Victoria gasps, her hands clutching the hem of my suit trousers. "Five weeks after the divorce. Samantha came to Sterling Tower looking for you. But Georgia and I... we sent her back.My hands curl into fists. "What?" My roar starts in the back of my skull. "What did you do? Answer me!""We harassed her!" the confession spills out in a panicked rush. "Georgia even wanted to pour a pitcher of ice water on her, but I stopped her, I swear. I didn't let the humiliation go that far, because I thought she didn't deserve it. We told her you never wanted to see her again. Georgia made sure she couldn't get a job in the city. She blacklisted her from every entry-level firm in Manhat

36. What's A Condom?

Samantha's POV"Mommy, this kitchen window is so big. I can watch the birds while I eat my cereal!"Charlie's face is pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the third apartment we've seen today. His breath fogs up the window, and he draws a smiley face in it with his finger. The real estate agent glances."We'll take it," I say.The agent blinks. "That was a fast decision.""Yeah, thanks to Charlie." He already checked the water pressure in the bathroom. He already inspected the balcony for safety. I look at my son, who is now attempting to teach the agent's assistant how to make a foggy window smiley face. "He's very thorough."We sign the lease an hour later and Charlie skips out of the building like he owns it."Ice cream?" he asks."Ice cream," I agree.We walk through the park with our cones. Charlie's is chocolate, while mine is pistachio, because I am trying to pretend I have sophisticated tastes. The sun is warm, the grass is green, and my son is holding my hand and tal

37. Timothy Trouble

Samantha's POV"Damian, you sound drunk. How did you get this number? What do you mean best friend?""Why do you keep rubbing your perfect family in my face?" his voice is rising, but the words are still slurring. "Why... why Timothy?!"My brain is trying to process a dozen things at once. First, he thinks Charlie is Timothy's, and second... no. Why should I believe the words of a drunken man?In all the years I was with him, I never once saw Timothy Brown. Damian never once spoke his name."Don't act like you have no idea what you're doing," he growls. "Don't act like you haven't been flaunting it. My ex-wife and my ex-best friend... you must feel like a king every day, right Samantha? After all... you won."The line goes dead. I stare at the dark screen, my heart starting to hammer frantically against my ribs. That is just absurd. I won't believe it. All those years in the Sterling house, and not once did the Brown name surface. If it was true, Timothy would have said something. Or

38. There Is No Girlfriend

Timothy's POV The sting on my cheek is nothing compared to the ice-cold precision of her voice. She isn’t just angry; she’s revolted."Pathetic?" I rasp. "Sam, no. You are getting it all wrong.""Oh, really?" She scoffs. "I tell you I’m ready to open my heart and suddenly you’re in love with me? After five years of nothing? You’re not in love, Timothy. You’re just playing the hero because you think I’m desperate for one.""That’s not it! I’ve been holding this in because I didn't want to pressure you!" I reach out, my fingers grazing the fleece of her sweatshirt, but she recoils as if I’m made of venom."Don't," she warns, her voice trembling but sharp. "Every kindness, every emergency run, every 'Uncle Tim' moment... I’m looking at them now and all I see is a lie.""Samantha, please don't do this. I was being a friend, I was being everything you needed!""I don't want to see you for a while, Timothy." She turns her back to me. "I’ll tell Charlie you went on a business trip. Don't sh

39. Seize His Phone

Timothy's POV I lean my head back against the cold drywall, closing my eyes as Odessa’s words settle over me. She’s been saying it for five years. 'She’ll never see you that way, Tim.' I’ve spent half a decade convincing myself that she was wrong, that if I just stood close enough, long enough, the light would eventually change. "You’ve been a fool, Timothy. You’ve wasted five years of your life and God knows how much of your resources on a woman who has never loved you. Not like that." "You don't know what you're talking about," though my voice lacks any real conviction. "Don't I?" She scoffs, pacing the narrow hallway. "I went to the estate in Harlow before I flew here. I was disappointed, Tim. I saw the drawings stuck to your refrigerator. I saw a little navy-blue jacket hanging in your closet like it belonged there. She’s been using you to raise another man’s child ever since Damian abandoned her." My chest aches. I can see the scribbled suns in my mind, and the small coa

40. Was He Really In Love With Me?

Samantha's POV I close the apartment door behind me and lean against it, my heart still racing. Love?Was he really in love with me?I walk to the kitchen and climb onto a high stool, my elbows on the counter, my head in my hands. If he truly loved me, I should have noticed. He was just... kind. That's all. Kind and steady and always there. I replay the look on his face when the security guard pushed him toward the exit. The confusion. The hurt. The way he called my name.I probably shouldn't have slapped him.If he only confessed because I mentioned looking for love, maybe it was just his protector mode kicking in again. Or maybe it was the secret he was guarding.What could be so dark, or so big that he’d trade our friendship for silence? I could already see him cornering me at the office tomorrow, eyes full of that wounded-puppy look. While I owe him an apology for the slap and security guard incident, I also owe myself the truth.I grab my laptop, but as I pass by the room, I s

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