Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's hidden child: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ELARA POVThe room was filled with a heavy silence that seemed to suffocate me. I stood there, trembling, holding the positive pregnancy test results in my hand. My heart was beating so fast, a mix of fear, nervousness, and a foolish sense of hope.I was pregnant. Two months pregnant with his child.I looked up as the door opened, and he walked in, Kael. The man who owned every piece of my heart. He looked as charming and handsome as ever, wearing his casual yet expensive attire, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at me.“Hey, babe. You’re early,” he said casually, walking towards the mini-bar to pour himself a drink, acting as if everything was normal.I bit my lower lip, gathering all the courage I had left. This was it. I needed to tell him. Maybe... maybe he would change. Maybe hearing about the baby would make him realize that we could be a family.“Kael...” I called his name softly, my voice already shaking.He turned around, taking a sip of his whiskey, raising an eyebrow

ELARA POV___Watching him drive away with her, holding her with such care and affection, was the final blow that completely shattered whatever was left of my already broken heart.I stood there in the shadows, trembling, as the taillights of his car disappeared into the night. The image of her smiling face, of his gentle touch, was burned into my mind like a brand. He could be good. He could be loving. He could be responsible.He just chose not to be... for me.Because I was just a game. Because I was just a pastime. Because I was the woman he slept with for fun, and she was the woman he chose to build a future with.The realization hit me harder than any physical pain I had ever experienced. It was a slow, agonizing death of my soul.I clutched my stomach tightly, feeling the small life moving inside me, reminding me that I wasn't doing this just for myself anymore. I had to protect this child. I had to save him from a world that would never accept him, from a father who wanted him d

KAEL POV____The truth hit me like a thousand hammer blows, shattering my entire world into irreparable pieces.I, Kael Montenegro, the man who had everything, the man who thought he won the game of life, had lost everything that truly mattered.I found out that the child I loved and raised for four years wasn't mine. I found out that I had been living a lie, married to a woman who deceived me from the very start.And the worst realization of all... I had thrown away the only woman who truly loved me. I had rejected my own flesh and blood. I had told Elara to abort our baby. I had treated her like trash, convinced that she was just a game, just a pastime.Now, I was paying for my sins. And God, the price was too high to bear.Months had passed since the truth came out, and my life had turned into a living hell. I divorced Sophia immediately. I threw her and her child out of my life, erasing them completely just like I tried to erase Elara before.But erasing the pain was impossible.E

ELARA POV___The silence that settled after Marcus left felt heavier than usual. The house, which had been filled with Liam’s laughter and Marcus’s warm voice just moments before, now held only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant rustle of leaves from the tree in the front yard. I stayed sitting on the wooden floor of the porch, my back resting against the frame of the door, my hand still pressed against my chest as if trying to hold my heart in place.He is nothing like Kael. Nothing at all.I repeated it to myself like a mantra, but even after all these months, the words felt hollow. Logically, I knew it was true. Marcus was everything any woman could hope for—gentle, consistent, loyal. But logic and the heart rarely spoke the same language. My heart, scarred and locked tight, still trembled at the thought of letting anyone get close enough to touch it again.I stood up slowly, brushing off my skirt, and went back inside. I checked on Liam first; he was still fast aslee

ELARA POV___ The night stretched on endlessly, thick with unease. Even after Kael’s call ended, I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind—He is my son. Those words hung heavy in the air, cold and threatening, refusing to fade away. I didn’t sleep much. Every creak of the old wooden house, every rustle of leaves outside, made my heart jump. I kept checking the locks on the doors and windows twice, three times, until I was certain they were secure. But security felt like an illusion now. If Kael had managed to track me all the way here, what was to stop him from finding a way inside if he truly wanted to? As dawn began to paint the sky in faint shades of gray and pink, I finally gave up trying to rest. I sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, staring blankly at the steam rising from the mug. My mind was racing, trying to plan, trying to find a way out—but there was nowhere left to run. Moving again would only delay the inevitable, and with Kael’s resources, he would likely