The Billionaire Secret Heir
laimed, his round eyes shining with joy, his smile str
er son, a deep sense of pride and gratitude overwhelmed her. He was her light, the beacon th
tomorrow afternoon," she replied softly, her voice b
o pack his tiny suitcase, his little feet pounding against the
ather's cruel expulsion. She hadn't come back lightly. She was returning only because she had to. The necessity was one she hadn't anticipated, yet now, she had to face it. Could she confront the
rections, their voices blending into a constant hum. Sienna wheeled a trolley through the crowds,
fectly tailored suits approached them w
respectful. "Old Madam Eleanor Blackwell has sent us.
he had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but
her tone polite but firm. "But I've already arranged my own t
lance, a flicker of hesit
en us specific instructions to ensu
se, convey my gratitude to Madam Blackwell, bu
heel and moved toward the exit. One of the men di
ice on the other end
ien. Miss Tillman has
he studied the departing scene from the terminal. His gaze fixed on her, the woman who, from af
imple attire of a white blouse and pants. Her demeanor was understated, yet unden
features so sharp and defined that they hinted at the man he would
wild, but he couldn't shake the odd,
e boy's jacket, her movements tender and affect
but wonder. It would certainly
from the curb, but Damien's mind remained fixed on the
or Blackwell listened attentively as her
or's voice wavered sli
a father for the child. It appears
Poor girl. To raise a child on her own at such a
d saved her and Damien from a vicious attack years ago. Amelia had sacrificed
ion unreadable, but his gaze sharp. Elean
leanor asked a quiet
her at the airport. Sh
e's just a child-about four or five, I think. A
omfort, though he masked it quickly. "We don't need to take this any
way to truly honor Amelia is to take care of her daughter. You will marry her, Da
If that's what you want... I'll do it," he said, tho
son already curled up asleep, his tiny form wrapped in a blanket. Th
f her stepsister, her father's cold rejection-rushed in on her like a t
raising Elliot alone and carving out a career in design. Now, with the offer she had acc
the phone as she stared
Would he sti
he phone down, whispering t
rang. The number on the screen made her stomach chu