All Chapters of Hiding The Billionaire's Son : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Samantha's POV"Timothy.""I know," he breathes against my lips.We kiss again, and this one is unhurried in a way that makes my knees useless. I can still taste the red wine on his lips as I drink him in. "I've been wanting to do this," he murmurs between kisses, "for an embarrassingly long time.""How long?""Don't ask me that right now."I laugh against his mouth, and he kisses the laugh. His hands come up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as if I’m something precious, something fragile he’s afraid to break.His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, down the column of my throat, leaving a path of fire. “My Sam,” he murmurs into the hollow of my collarbone. “Mine.”“Yours,” I whisper as I break the kiss for a moment, my fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. I tap a finger over his heart, feeling the wild rhythm beneath my touch.He captures my hand, brings my knuckles to his lips, and kisses each one. The tenderness is a physical ache in my chest.

Damian's POV "What the fuck are you going on about?" Georgia’s voice shrills, her face draining of color as she stares at me. "Damian, stop this. It’s not funny." "I’m in a hospital bed, my body feels like it’s been put through a meat grinder, and you’re standing there with a stranger claiming I’m engaged. Where is my Samantha? Why isn't she here?" Georgia looks at me with profound horror. She steps closer, her hands trembling. "Lorraine, please go get the doctor. Tell him Damian has woken up, and he is disoriented." Lorraine looks at me, her eyes brimming with tears, before she turns and flees the room. "Damian, Lorraine has been your fiancée for five years. You were supposed to marry her three days ago, but you got into a horrible accident with Seth. He didn't make it." My heart stops. Seth... is dead? The image of his face, even his bugging presence, flashes through my mind, followed by a crushing wave of grief that makes the physical pain seem like a tickle. But I let o

Lorraine's POV "I should have known you'd be here, lurking like a vulture," I snap, my voice trembling despite the coldness I try to inject into it.Adelaide glides into the room with the smooth confidence and elegance of a woman who has never known the indignity of being left at an altar. She’s my aunt, born nearly three decades after my father, but she’s always played the role of the wicked older sister—the one who points out every blemish, every failure, and every time Damian Sterling looked past me."Lurking? Darling, I’m here to ensure the Belrose name isn't dragged further into the gutter by your delusions," Adelaide purrs, perching on the edge of a leather guest chair. She turns her wicked eyes toward my father. "Arthur, be reasonable. Every postponement over the last five years was a red flag. Saturday wasn't an accident but an escape. Damian Sterling ran away from her."The words stings. My face goes hot, but I don't look away. I can’t. If I break now, Adelaide wins. She’s b

Lorraine's POV"Because I needed to get out of my own head," I step closer.It's not a complete lie. My father's voice is still ringing in my ears, Adelaide's smirk is still somewhere behind my eyes, and Damian's coldness is still a wound I haven't figured out how to stop touching.But that's not why I'm here."That's the pretty version." "I'm a pretty person, and..." I take another step. The robe shifts and I let it, one hand barely holding the front together. The throb between my legs started somewhere in the bathroom and hasn't stopped, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with that information. This is Marcus. Georgia's Marcus. And I am getting turned on by Marcus? Nah. I’ve just had a really long day. It’s the wine. The robe. The weirdness of all this."You drove me here. That's on you."His brow lifts. One corner of his mouth twitches. "Turning my question against me?"He reaches for his glass. I move before I think, closing the final distance to his side and snatching the gla

Samantha's POV"Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight!""Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?" Timothy sings along in a quite impressive voice, glancing at me for about two seconds with a smile so bright. "You are gonna lose your voice baby.""For an ABBA song? Worth it!" We are driving to Charlie's school, the speakers in Timothy’s Mercedes are vibrating with the baseline of ABBA’s songs, and the glass panoramic sunroof lets the Manhattan sun wash over us. How can an afternoon be this perfect?"I still don't get why Daniel insisted on dragging us into that hospital," I say, the rhythm of the music pulsing beneath my words. My mind drifts back to the hospital room from hours ago. "Not like we said anything meaningful to Damian. He even looked completely out of it. I actually wonder just how much pain he must be in after a hit like that.""Hm," is all I get from Timothy. He reaches across the console, capturing my left hand in his right. He brings my knuckles to his lips,