All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Son: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Several hours after Tasha arrived at Sandville, she was in her mother's kitchen cleaning up. The aroma of spices still lingering in the air. She, her parents and Tyson just finished dinner. The clatter of forks against plates echoed through the kitchen, a symphony of post-dinner cleanup as she continued to stack the used plates into the dishwasher. The last of the plates was her late grandmother's chipped plate. She held it in her hands for a long time with a nostalgic smile as fond memories about Ma Gloria Harrison rushed back at her. She put the plate in the dishwasher and closed the door of the machine with a soft click. Tasha paused, her gaze lingering on a carrot stick lying on the oak worktop in the middle of the kitchen. She hummed the lyrics of a popular song to herself as she removed the carrot stick and dropped it in the garbage bag under the sink. Then she wiped down the countertops and worktop with vinegar. “Yeah…yeah, yeah,” she mumbled to herself. “That is okay f

Trevor woke up on Saturday morning with his wife tangled up around him, which was not unusual; her arm on his chest with her legs intertwined with his own. He looked at the digital clock on his Laura's nightstand and it read thirteen minutes before six. He smiled to himself as he tried to move gently, hoping not to wake her up. But before he could get out of the bed, she opened her eyes, she smiled at him, and mumbled, "it's Saturday, where are you going?" “I want to make breakfast,” he said, but she had already turned her face to the other side and slept off. Trevor went to the toilet to do his morning usuals and left for the kitchen before he proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. Knowing Laura craved anything spicy for now, he decided to make spicy bread toast for breakfast. He decided to check his email first. He was expecting a letter from one of his colleagues. Trevor saw the message from Teddy and quickly read it over. He was about to close up his laptop when his mind traile

Blake looked around the faces of the board members who sat around the large, polished mahogany table and groaned inwardly. A knife could cut through the tension in the air. He had gone to to the meeting a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Knowing how traditional most of the board members could be. His father wanted them to ratify Blake as the new president and chairman today, but Blake knew it wouldn't be that easy. A heated debate was going on as five out of the other seven board members expressed doubts about Blake's readiness to assume the position because of his single marital status.Blake folded his hands on the desk and watched as the old men argued back and forth. Gerald, his father, had little to say too. “Tell me,” Natalie, one of the two female members of the board, said. “Why it is compulsory that he had to be married to function as the President and chairman? We all know the young man just lost his wife.” “Listen,” Rufus, the ringleader of those against Blake, said.

Tasha sat across from Dr. Fabian again five months later. Tyson had been complaining of a headache for days but two days ago, he became so weak and was gasping for breath when they were both getting ready to go out for the day. Tasha had quickly called 911, and the ambulance arrived in no time to take them to the hospital. Thankfully, Dr. Fabian was on duty. He quickly arranged for a blood transfusion for Tyson and he was feeling better in no time. “Prof., Tyson's condition is getting serious,” Dr. Fabian's voice was grave as he met Tasha's eyes. “We need to go a step further than just blood transfusion. “The only cure is a bone marrow transplant." The doctor's words were like a harmer against Tasha's heart. “A transplant?” She took a deep breath. “Please, can you explain further?”“We need to find someone whose bone marrow cell is matching with Tyson's for the transplant.’’ Dr. Fabian explained, his gaze full of empathy. “Can I take a test to see if I am a match?” Tasha asked. “

Tasha's plane touched down in New York city on Tuesday at 11:27 am. It was a typical late spring day, the city buzzing with the promise of summer already. Tasha passed through the security check and collected her luggage. Nervous excitement passed through her body as she walked into the open air. She hailed a yellow cab and gave the driver the address of the hotel she had booked online. She had got a hotel that was close enough to the Carter Industries headquarters. “Okay, ma'am,” the driver said after he read the address and started the car engine. He drove expertly through the traffic as they journeyed to the hotel.The taxi pulled up at the hotel forty minutes later and it was everything she expected it to be. She stepped out with her luggage and went to the reception.“Welcome to Hotel de la Bliss, madam,” the young lady at the front desk greeted with a charming smile.“Good day,” Tasha smiled, feeling relaxed a bit since she woke up that morning. “I'm Tasha Harrison. I have a