All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LEGACY: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

After Nicholas hung up, there was a lot of tension in the air between them. With a pale face and slightly shaking hands, he turned to Cassie and put the receiver back in its cradle.His voice was hardly audible above a whisper when he replied, "It was Angela." "She desires to meet."Cassie took a while to reply. Her normally friendly eyes were clouded with a mixture of hurt and doubt as she stared at him.“Cassie?” He took a tentative step in her direction and asked gently.In a protective move, she crossed her arms, which only made the gap between them wider. "I want the truth, Nicholas, and I have a question for you. Everything.”He nodded despite the knot in his stomach. "Ask me anything you want.""Were you aware?" her voice trembled as she asked. “Were you aware that you might have another child out there, and you chose not to inform me?"The question struck him hard. "No," he firmly said. "I promise you, Cassie, I didn't know," Angela said nothing and vanished. Had I known...? I

Cassie sat in her car outside the small gallery where Valerie used to work, now boarded up and deserted. She had been contemplating whether she had the courage to do whatever she intended to do for more than twenty minutes. She did not have the time to wait for confirmation, nor did she want to watch her life unravel.As she held onto the steering wheel, her thoughts were racing, recalling the picture Nicholas had given her. There was nothing wrong with Valerie's narrative, but there was no denying the boy's likeness to him. Why did Valerie wait more than ten years to bring this to light if she was so worried about her son's welfare?She kept her arrival a secret from Nicholas. Cassie needed to hear Valerie's side of the story without any intervention, but he would have insisted on taking care of it himself. She had to face the woman and find out for herself what was going on.As she got to the small townhouse where Valerie now lived, she took a deep breath and smoothed her jacket bef

Nicholas's home office was filled with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the morning sun, which gave the room a golden glow. Deep in contemplation, a vision building in his thoughts, Nicholas stood beside his desk. Although the last several weeks had been taxing, they had also given him a deep insight: his background, his hardships, and his victories were all moving him in the direction of something greater.Cassie entered with two cups of coffee in tow, her demeanor gentle and soothing. She smiled teasingly and remarked, "You've been standing there for fifteen minutes." "What's happening in your brilliant mind?"With a serious yet enthusiastic gaze, Nicholas turned to face her. He accepted the coffee she offered and started, "I've been thinking." "After everything we've experienced—the lies, the scandals, the never-ending struggles—I don't want my accomplishments to define my legacy.” “What we can produce is what I want it to be about.”Cassie raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "I'm p

Cassie and Nicholas entered the morning strategy meeting at the Horizon Foundation headquarters, humming with activity. A dozen tense-looking team members surrounded the huge conference table. A string of divisive headlines appeared one after the other on the wall-mounted screen:"The Nicholas-Scott Initiative Is Met with Industry Reaction.""Is it recklessness or revolution? Critics Point to the Foundation's Audacious Plans"The Death of Tradition: A Controversial Vision by Nicholas Scott Initiates Discussion"Cassie's gut twisted as she looked at Nicholas. This was not merely resistance but a concerted assault by influential figures from the business and artistic sectors.Cassie noticed the glint of annoyance in Nicholas' eyes as he sat at the head of the table, projecting a composed authority. "All right," he said in a measured tone. "Let's begin with the apparent. Who is responsible for this, and what is their ultimate goal?"Cassie's assistant, Lily, uncomfortably cleared her thr

The aroma of Cassie's meticulously tended garden and freshly brewed coffee filled the early air. Nicholas was studying a proposal for the next stage of their project while seated on the patio with his tablet leaning on the table. Carrying two steaming mugs, Cassie exited the house with her hair pulled back into a loose braid. With a gentle smile, she placed one down in front of him.She settled into the chair opposite him and remarked, "You've been at it since dawn."Leaning back, he sipped his coffee. "Cass, we're close. The following five centers might open in a year if we can secure funding from the global art consortium.”Excitement glistened in her eyes. "I'm amazed at how far this has progressed—from a single vision to a whole movement."Nicholas's phone buzzed on the table before he could reply. His brows knitted at the name that flashed on the screen."Who is it?” Observing his look, Cassie inquired."It's Elena."Cassie stopped. "Elena Russo?"Slowly, Nicholas nodded. It had