Julian’s POV:When I returned to the office, the air was thick with tension. Fred had already gathered the necessary people legal advisors, PR strategists, and a few trusted members of my team waiting for me in the conference room. Their faces were grim, the weight of the situation clearly visible.“Alright,” I said as I entered, my voice firm but calm. “Let’s get started.”Fred stood near the whiteboard, papers in hand, ready to brief me. “Julian, it’s all over the news,” he began. “Landon Pierce’s accusations are spreading like wildfire. He claims your entire charity work is nothing more than a façade a scam.”I lowered myself into a chair, lacing my fingers together. I felt the flicker of frustration in my chest, but I buried it quickly. Losing my cool wouldn’t help anyone.“What’s the public reaction?” I asked, my eyes scanning the table.One of the PR managers spoke up. “It’s divided. Most people who’ve directly benefited from your charity work are standing up for you, sharing t
Samantha’s POV:The next day, I woke up early, a buzz of excitement humming through my veins. Today was the day, the day my showcase would begin, and soon, the world would finally see my art.I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I stretched, humming along to Confident by Demi Lovato playing softly on my music box.With a bounce in my step, I made my way to the bathroom, still humming the tune as I grabbed my toothbrush.I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed, my reflection showing a woman who felt proud, confident, and ready to embrace the day.“Good morning,” came a sleepy voice behind me.I turned slightly to see Rosy stumbling into the bathroom, her hair a tangled mess and her eyes barely open. She groggily made her way to the toilet and sat down, yawning.“Good morning,” I replied, the minty foam from my toothpaste making my voice muffled as I kept brushing.Rosy rubbed her eyes, squinting at me. “Someone’s happy today.”I grinned at her through the mir
Samantha’s POV:The day had finally arrived my day. The day I had dreamed of for so long. My showcase.I woke up early, nerves buzzing through me like electricity. The room was still dark, but there was no chance I could go back to sleep. I sat up in bed, staring at the faint glow of the city peeking through the curtains. My heart raced, and a mix of excitement and anxiety flooded my mind. Today’s the day.I stretched, took a deep breath, and whispered to myself, “You can do this, Samantha. This is your moment.”After a quick shower, I sat down on my bed, towel wrapped around me, and checked my phone. I smiled as messages poured in from the people I loved most.First was a text from my parents:Good luck, sweetheart. We’re so proud of you. Dad and I wish we could be there, but we know you’ll shine today. We love you.-MomGo get ‘em, Sammy. Your art deserves this moment. -DadMy smile grew wider. They had always been my biggest cheerleaders, even when I doubted myself.Then ther
Samantha’s POV:I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure someone would hear it. My mind raced as I replayed everything I’d just witnessed.Julian. My Julian. The quiet, humble man who supported my dreams and promised me the world.He was the secret billionaire philanthropist everyone had been speculating about.The realization felt surreal, like a scene pulled straight from one of Rosy’s cheesy romance novels.How had I missed it?The thoughtful donations, his insistence on remaining low-key, his random disappearances for “business.” It all added up now.And yet, I felt a whirlpool of emotions swirling inside me. Pride, disbelief, confusion… and maybe a hint of frustration.Why hadn’t he told me? Did he think I couldn’t handle it?I leaned against the wall, trying to steady myself. This was big. Bigger than anything I could have ever imagined.“Sam!”I jumped, startled by Rosy’s voice calling my name. Quickly straightening myself, I smoothed down my d
Julian’s POV:I sat there, frozen in my own thoughts, unsure of what to do. The night that was supposed to end with celebration and joy had turned into a cold, lonely one. It was almost New Year’s, and I was alone.What I feared most had happened. Fred had told me, time and time again, to tell Samantha the truth about my status. But I always brushed it off, convincing myself it wasn’t important, that it wouldn’t matter.Now, seeing the hurt and disappointment in Samantha’s eyes, I realized how wrong I had been.I sat there for what felt like an eternity, watching as the world around me celebrated the end of the year. Laughter and cheers echoed faintly in the distance, but they only made the silence around me feel heavier.Eventually, I got up, brushing the snow off my coat, and made my way to my car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white.“Julian, you’re such an idiot!” I muttered to myself, the words escaping like venom. My
Samantha’s POVOn the ride home in the cab, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw Julian’s name on the screen. Without a second thought, I swiped to reject the call.I wasn’t ready to talk to him not after everything he said. How could he not trust me with his secret? It didn’t matter to me that he was a billionaire. All I ever wanted was him. But he thought I’d treat him differently just because of his money? That hurt more than anything.The cab driver’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.“We’re here, ma’am,” he said.I quickly paid him and stepped out of the cab.“Happy New Year!” he called out before driving away.I looked up at my apartment building. The lights were still on, which meant Rosy there and was awake, probably watching TV.I let out a tired sigh, adjusted my coat, and headed inside.When I reached my door, I paused. I could hear faint sounds from inside—whispers, maybe even moans.I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. Rosy was having sex with her boyfrie
Julian’s POV:I couldn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Samantha, hurt and angry, and the words I’d said to her. My phone sat in my hand, but no new messages came through. No text. No call. I kept staring at the screen, hoping for something, anything, from her. But it was like I was waiting for a ghost.The knock on my door made me jump, and I stood up from the couch, my legs heavy. When I opened the door, Fred was standing there, looking at me with wide eyes.“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “You look like you haven’t slept in days. You’ve got bags under your eyes the size of suitcases!”I didn’t answer. I just moved aside, letting him in. I closed the door behind him and didn’t say a word. I walked back to the couch, picked up my phone again, and stared at the screen, though I already knew nothing was going to change.Fred sat down across from me, watching me for a moment before speaking again. “I called you
Samantha’s POVWhen I picked up the call, I heard Julian’s voice, but then there was a loud crash. My heart stopped, and I jumped up, terrified and panicked.“Julian!Julian!!Julian!!!”The phone went dead. I looked at the screen, realizing the call had ended. I immediately tried calling back, but it wasn’t going through.“What is wrong, Samantha?”I began pacing back and forth, desperately dialing his number again. “Pick up! Please pick up!”I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as the phone continued to ring, unanswered.Panic began to set in, and my hands were shaking as I tried calling again and again. Each time, the phone rang, and each time, it went straight to voicemail."Please, Julian... where are you?" I muttered under my breath, my mind racing with worry.I ran over to the window, peering out into the dark streets, as if I could somehow see him. But all I saw was the quiet of the morning. The silence felt suffocating. My chest was tight with anxiety, and my thoughts were a
The Proposal:Julian guided Samantha into the softly lit gallery, holding her hand gently. She looked around, her eyebrows drawing together as she recognized the paintings on the walls.“What’s going on, Julian?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. “These are my paintings…”“They are,” Julian said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.“I’ve been working on this for a while. It’s all for you.”Her steps faltered as her eyes moved from one piece to the next, taking in the care and detail he’d put into arranging her work. “You did all this? For me?”Julian turned to face her, his expression earnest. “I wanted you to see what I see every day. Your art… your heart… everything you are. You deserve this, Samantha.”Her fingers lightly brushed the edge of a frame, her voice low. “I don’t even know what to say. This is incredible, Julian.”“Come with me,” he said, his tone gentle as he guided her toward the center of the gallery.There, under a soft spotlight, stood a single ease
Julian’s POV:Later That DayI decided to stop by Samantha’s apartment during my lunch break. I couldn’t keep this from her. She needed to know about the DNA test and that I was doing everything I could to protect what we had.When she opened the door, her eyes softened slightly, but I could still sense the lingering tension between us.“Julian,” she said, stepping aside to let me in.“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone gentle. “I wanted to talk to you. I need you to know I’m taking this seriously. I got a DNA sample yesterday, and Fred is handling the test. We’ll have results soon.”Her brows furrowed. “How did you…?”“I played along,” I admitted. “Made her think I was buying into her story. And when Liam finished eating, I got the spoon he used.”Samantha crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “So, in a few days, we’ll know for sure?”I nodded. “Yeah. I just… I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t doing anything. This matters to me you matter to me.”She sighed, her gaze softening. “
Julian’s POV: She smiled, and I could see the victory in her eyes. She was convinced I was already halfway there, ready to embrace this new “family” she was trying to sell me. I turned to face Liam, forcing a gentle smile as I leaned forward slightly. “What do you like to eat, Liam? Ask away, I’ll get it for you.” Liam looked up at me, his eyes still hesitant, as though unsure whether to trust me or if he could ask for whatever he wanted. He glanced at his mother, seeking her approval. Vanessa, sensing the moment, gently tapped Liam on the shoulder. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Ask him what you want to eat.” Liam’s eyes flickered back to me, and after a long pause, he spoke in a small, shy voice, “Um… can I have some spaghetti? With a lot of cheese?” I nodded, keeping my tone soft and encouraging. “Spaghetti with cheese it is. I’ll make sure you get the best one they’ve got.” Vanessa looked pleased, her smile widening as she watched us. “See, Julian? It’s not so hard to be
Julian’s POV:The next day, I got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white shirt, my hair combed neatly. I sprayed a light cologne, aiming for a casual look not one that screamed billionaire, but one that said I was there simply to meet someone, not knowing I was walking into a mission.Operation get the DNA sample. Prove to Vanessa that I wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t fall for her manipulative trap.But I also knew that if I was going to get what I wanted, I had to play it cool. I needed to make her believe that her plan had worked, that I was considering starting a life with her and her son. I had to make her think that I had fallen into her trap.It was a weekend, so I drove to the café close to my office, a quiet little place that seemed unassuming. I parked my car and walked inside, scanning the room for any sign of Vanessa. I chose a seat by the window, knowing she’d be able to see me right away when she walked in.The waiter came over almost immediately, asking if I was r
Julian’s POV:“How did it go with Samantha?” Fred asked as I sank onto my couch, exhausted from the weight of everything that had transpired.“Bad,” I replied with a heavy sigh. “She told me to leave and give her some time to think. She looked so disappointed, Fred. Like I’d broken her trust.”Fred tilted his head, his expression softening. “What did you expect? It’s a lot to process.”“I know, but I tried to explain to her,” I continued, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “I told her I just found out recently. Whatever Vanessa and I had it’s ancient history. But Samantha… she didn’t want to hear it. I don’t blame her, but I don’t know what else I can say to make this better.”Fred stayed quiet, letting me vent.“My life is such a mess,” I muttered, leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “How did I not know Vanessa was pregnant? And now she’s using this, this supposed son to trap me into being with her. She’s dreaming if she thinks that’s going to happen.”Fr
Samantha’s POV: After Julian walked out of my apartment, I leaned on the door, my back pressed against it as I tried to process the shocking news he had just revealed to me. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. A child? Julian was the father of some child Vanessa had kept hidden all these years? I could hardly wrap my head around it. Rosy, who had been sitting inside when Julian came, had overheard the entire conversation. She stepped out cautiously, her eyes wide with concern as she noticed me standing frozen by the door. “Are… you okay?” she asked, her voice soft but full of knowing. It was obvious from the look on my face that I wasn’t okay, but she still needed to ask. I stared at her for a moment, not sure how to respond. The weight of the news was still sinking in, and the hurt of it all was so fresh. “I don’t know,” I finally managed, my voice shaking. “How am I supposed to be okay after hearing something like that?” Rosy stepped closer, her expression softe
Julian’s POV:That evening, I couldn't focus on anything. The weight of the situation was heavy, and my thoughts kept circling back to how I was going to tell Samantha about the possibility of me having a son with Vanessa.I sat at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me, but my mind was a million miles away. The images of the birth certificate, the photographs—those damn photographs kept replaying in my mind. How had I not seen this coming? Yeah, Vanessa and I had hooked up a lot back in school, but she had always been so careful. We were always cautious when it came to sex. She was the one who insisted we use protection, the one who said she didn’t want a child to ruin her "chance of a happy, free life."So, how the hell was she now telling me she had a child for me? It didn’t make sense. The entire thing felt like a bad joke. My mind refused to believe it, but the evidence was right in front of me, like some twisted reality I couldn't escape from.I leaned back in my chai
Julian’s POV:As I drove back to my office, my mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each one worse than the last.The picture of the boy kept flashing in my head his wide brown eyes, the shape of his nose, the faint shadow of something familiar in his expression.Was it possible? Could Vanessa be telling the truth, or was this just another one of her twisted games to claw her way back into my life?When I arrived at the office, Fred was already waiting for me. His face was serious as he held his tablet, likely already compiling information. I hadn’t even stepped fully into the room before he started.“Boss, I’ve got my guy working on a background check on Vanessa,” Fred said, following me into my office. “We’re trying to trace her movements for the past few years. If she’s been living with a kid or has any connection to the boy, we’ll find out soon.”“Good,” I said, taking off my coat and throwing it over a chair. I sat down behind my desk, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus
Julian’s POV:When Samantha texted me about Vanessa, a surge of frustration hit me. What was Vanessa playing at? First, she tries to stir up trouble at dinner, called me that she wanted us to see and talk and now she’s harassing Samantha at work?I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the screen. I needed to put a stop to this before Vanessa took things too far.Fred knocked on the door, poking his head in. “You ready for the meeting boss?”I didn’t respond as I was thinking about what Samantha just told me.“You okay, boss? You look like you’re about to punch something.” he asked as he entered my office and closed the door.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It’s Vanessa. She went to Samantha’s work today.”Fred’s face twisted in disgust. “What is wrong with that woman? She’s like a bad penny that keeps showing up.”“She’s testing boundaries,” I muttered. “Trying to see how far she can go. But I’m not letting her mess with Samantha. Not again.”Fred crossed his arms, l