All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Secret Heir: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Rosie was still mid-denial, small arms spread wide, cheeks pink with the effort of maintaining her position, when the front door opened and a familiar voice cut cheerfully through the entire operation."Little one, give it up." Cameron Reid leaned against the doorframe with the comfortable ease of someone who has arrived specifically to cause problems. His peach-blossom eyes were bright with amusement. "Your dad has already confirmed that Vivian Rong is your actual mom. All the denial in the world won't help, one paternity test and it's all over anyway."Rosie spun around.Her little jaw locked. Her arms, which had been spread protectively in front of Vivian, opened wider, a small eagle spreading its wings, planting herself more firmly in the space between Vivian and the room."She is not my mom."Cameron's mouth curved. He clicked his tongue slowly, tilting his head with the theatrical appreciation of someone watching a performance they find genuinely entertaining. "Tsk, tsk. If she'

Vivian hadn't noticed the small silent exchange between father and daughter.She was already at the refrigerator, pulling out the juice she had bought at the fresh market, setting three cups on the counter with the efficient movements of someone mentally ticking items off a list. She poured each cup to the same level, neat, unhurried, the particular care of someone for whom this kind of small domestic precision was simply how things were done.She carried all three to the table, set one in front of Rosie, one in front of Ethan, and kept one for herself.Then she lifted hers.The smile that followed was entirely unself-conscious, wide and warm and completely genuine, the smile of someone who has arrived somewhere after a very long journey and is allowing themselves, for one moment, to simply be glad about it."Today is our first day together," she said. "All three of us, under the same roof." She looked at both of them, the small face and the composed one, the mismatched pair that were

Rosie had been sitting on the edge of the bed watching the door when Vivian came flying through it.She observed, with calm four-year-old attention, as her mother pressed her back against the closed door, raised both hands to her own head, and began fanning her hair with the desperate energy of someone attempting to put out a fire through sheer force of air movement. She watched Vivian locate a book on the nightstand, open it to a random page, and use it as a fan with increasing urgency.Rosie blinked."Mom," she said. "Is your hair on fire?"Vivian fanned harder. "I'm just, it's hot."Rosie considered this. Turned her head to look at the window, through which the darkened autumn evening was fully visible, cool, calm, the kind of night that had nothing whatsoever to do with heat.She looked back at her mother."Mom," she said, with the patient precision of someone delivering helpful information, "it's autumn.""I know what season it is.""The evenings are cool.""Rosie.""It was defin

But she laid out the full picture first, before letting Vivian decide anything."Return to Grace is still casting for the female lead, and a lot of newcomers turned up for it. You have more on-screen experience than most of them, you could genuinely catch the director's eye. Even if the lead or second lead is out of reach, a supporting role with real screen time is realistic. From there, you build. New scripts, growing visibility, a real shot at making a name for yourself." Estelle's tone stayed level, professional. "The other path is considerably less certain."She continued, laying it out with the same calm objectivity. "The music industry is brutal right now. It's not like acting, where new faces break through constantly. Since Zachary Young blew up, no one else in his lane has really broken through in any comparable way. If you go this direction, it's going to be harder than you think." A pause. "Think it through properly. If you're certain, fine, but if you're not, you can still