All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LEGACY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassie watched the bustle in the gallery below as she leaned against the doorway of her office at the art center. Volunteers hustled about in preparation for an impending exhibit that was expected to generate much-needed attention—and funding. She couldn't escape the nagging fear in her chest, even with their excitement.The last of her hopes had been snatched away by a depressing email from earlier that morning. At the last minute, a foundation that had been a lifeline for the art center—one of its biggest donors—withdrew its financing.The email had said, "I'm sorry, Cassie," as if those words could compensate for the huge hole it had made in her spending plan.Cassie's stomach was churning from worry, not merely pregnancy-related nausea, and she had been unable to eat much during the day. As if to protect the twins from the tempest building inside her, she put a hand on her expanding tummy.Margo, her assistant, emerged from the doorway with an expression as strained as Cassie's.M

Cassie stood looking at the colorful paintings that lined the walls of the main hall of the art center. The atmosphere was full of inventiveness, and the sound of students working on their assignments calmed her jangled nerves. She had always found solace and passion in this place, and now more than ever, she needed a reminder of her identity beyond Mrs. Scott.When her phone buzzed on the desk beside her, she felt sick when she saw Nicholas' name on the screen.She paused before responding."Hello?""Where are you?" Nicholas's annoyance was evident as his speech sounded clipped.She answered calmly, "At the art center.""You left the house without telling me. Given what transpired yesterday, you ought to be sleeping.Cassie closed her eyes and forced herself to remain composed. "I'm all right, Nicholas.” As long as I take caution, the doctor gave me the all-clear to resume my routine."It doesn't mean you should push yourself," he remarked almost authoritatively.With a sharper tone,

The St. Regis' magnificent ballroom glistened with luxury. Chandeliers threw a warm glow over a sea of smartly dressed attendees, the hum of conversation mixing with the mellow strains of a live orchestra. Nerves simmering beneath the surface, Cassie stood close to the edge of the room, smoothing the fabric of her midnight-blue gown.For her art center, this was a crucial evening. In addition to raising money, she used the charity event to remind herself and everyone else that she was more than just Mrs. Nicholas Scott.Nicholas materialized by her side as though her thoughts had called him. He looked every inch the powerful millionaire, his tailored tuxedo fitting him perfectly, his confident posture.Demanding attention. However, he had a softer expression tonight that caused her heart to race despite Cassie with a hushed voice, he replied simply, "You look beautiful."Cassie gave him a glance as a tiny smile formed on her lips. "You do a good job cleaning up."Nicholas gave a boyis

Despite its grandeur and lavish furnishings, the Scott estate's dining room was oppressive. As his mother's words reverberated off the tall ceilings, Nicholas sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his jaw clenched.As her immaculately manicured fingers drummed on her wine glass, Lillian Scott stated angrily, "Public perception is everything, Nicholas." "Your marriage must be formally recognized by society.” Instead of this... limbo, the media should show a united front.Charles, Nicholas's father, sat at the other end of the table and nodded in agreement. “She is correct.” You've given Cassie too much leeway. She must comprehend the obligations of being a member of this family.At what they said, Nicholas felt sick to his stomach. He had been expecting this discussion since Cassie's pregnancy was made public, but that didn't make it any less difficult to bear."She's my wife," he stated in a composed yet forceful tone. She's also doing her hardest. You don't have the authority t

Anticipation filled the ballroom. Above the well-dressed audience, chandeliers hung, their light refracting across the polished marble floor to create a stunning spectacle. With their cameras ready to record the season's biggest event—a charity gala organized by the Scott Foundation—journalists lined the rear wall. There was a lot of conjecture because the invitation had promised a significant announcement from Nicholas Scott.Cassie's emerald-green gown flowed like liquid silk as she stood close to the room's edge. Even Nicholas's stylist, who had recommended the dress—no, had ordered it—could not deny that it fit her. The twins growing inside her were silently reminded by her hand resting lightly on her belly.Across the room, Nicholas was shaking hands and exchanging courteous exchanges with powerful people and board members. Since she returned a week earlier, she had not spoken to him much. In Nicholas's way, the space she had asked for had been given—a cautious, calculated distan