All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LEGACY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In contrast to the chaos their lives had devolved into, the rain's gentle patter against their penthouse's large glass windows created a calm cadence. With a steaming cup of herbal tea in her hands, Cassie was comfortably snuggled up on the soft sofa. Her belly, now a noticeable curve, rose and sank gently with every breath. As she now made herself remember in the seclusion of her mind—standing close to the fireplace across the room, Nicholas's outline angular against the warm light.For once, there was no tension in their stillness. The mutual recognition of calm amid the storm was consoling. Cassie studied him, tilting her head. Tonight, Nicholas seemed different; there was a softness and a serenity in his movements when gripping his whiskey tumbler.He turned to face her, his countenance relaxed, and he remarked, with a playful lilt, "Are you going to stare at me all night?"Leaning back against the cushions, she grinned. "Perhaps. You're remarkably silent. What are you thinking ab

The tension in the air was illuminated by the sunlight that came through the penthouse's tall windows. With papers all over her and her laptop open, Cassie sat at the dining table. Her fingers were tapping the keyboard nervously, and her forehead was wrinkled. She had been working on a grant proposal for the art center all morning but was not making much headway. She felt overburdened by the impending deadlines and growing strain, but she was resolved to manage it alone.Nicholas entered the room with a cup of coffee, and his tie relaxed. When he spotted her, he paused, his eyes softening.He said, "Morning," and placed his coffee on the counter.Cassie didn't even look up. "Morning."He approached and looked at the screen of a laptop. "An additional grant application?""Yes," she said in a tight voice.Sensing her emotions, Nicholas hesitated but continued. "Last night, I was reviewing the art center's finances.” “ I believe I may have a way to reduce the stress. We can create a long

Nicholas's home office, a peaceful sanctuary where he went to reflect, smelled of freshly made coffee. When his assistant, Helen, tapped quietly on the door while he was going over contracts, she went in without waiting for an invitation, which she would not do unless necessary.Helen's voice was especially tense as she said, "Scott." "There's a surprise guest downstairs. It's your dad.Nicholas stopped. Even though the ink was hesitant to move, the pen in his hand froze, hanging above the page. "Is Charles present?""Yes, sir."Nicholas's jaw tensed as he reclined in his chair. He had chosen to live without his father for years. The shadow of Charles Scott, a reminder of unfulfilled promises and self-centered ambition, marred Nicholas's early years.Nicholas grudgingly and icily answered, "Let him in."Helen gave a nod and walked away. Charles Scott, a tall man with grey hair, entered the room a few moments later and looked like he owned it. Although his grin was disarming and his fi

The moment weighed heavily on Nicholas as he sat at the head of the long mahogany table in Scott Industries' boardroom. Charles, who sat opposite him, had a smug, calculating expression. The room was tense as the board members whispered to one another in anticipation of Nicholas's decision.He had struggled with this decision for days, sure there would be no real triumph. Although signing the agreement would secure the company's stability and placate Charles, it would come at a price: a loss of his independence and maybe a rift in his already shaky relationship with Cassie.The room fell silent as the gavel hammered. "Mr.” "It's time, Scott," the chairman stated in a composed, although forceful tone.Nicholas groped for the pen, his hand shaking. The crowd exploded in courteous applause as he signed his name on the dotted line. Victorious, Charles reclined in his chair. Nicholas averted his father's eyes, his thoughts were already focused on the consequences.When Nicholas got home a

Nicholas paced the room length while the peaceful buzz of the city night seeped through the penthouse windows. Every mistake he had made, every painful phrase he had said to Cassie, every instance in which he had failed to shield her from the stresses of his world had been replayed in his mind for weeks.He realized this was his last chance to mend what was damaged as he stood in the gentle glow of the living room. It was unclear, though, if Cassie would even listen to him.His pulse accelerated when the elevator chimed.Cassie emerged, approaching with a reserved attitude. Even in her casual clothes, she was glowing, yet the caution in her gaze served as a bitter reminder of their separation.With a tight tone, she started, "You said it was urgent.""It is," Nicholas said in a calm yet kind tone. "I appreciate you coming."She folded her arms, remaining close to the room's edge as if she were prepared to go at any time. “Nicholas, what's this about? I've had enough surprises in my li