All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LEGACY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The chilly dread that filled Nicholas's chest was not lessened by the early sunlight that streamed through the heavy drapes of the main bedroom. His phone buzzed constantly on the bedside table, its screen lit up with missed calls, messages via text, and news notifications. Cassie sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, holding a cup of coffee she hadn't sipped yet.She didn't require notifications to be aware of what was going on, even though her phone was thankfully muted and silent. The air's tension said a thousand words."Isn't it out now?” Nicholas questioned in a raspy, low voice.Cassie avoided eye contact with him. Rather, she nodded and placed the unfinished drink on the nightstand. At 6 a.m., the story broke. There are headlines everywhere.Reaching for his phone, Nicholas browsed the newsfeed. The first headline took him aback:"Shocking Disclosures of Illicit Dealings and Cover-Ups Shake the Scott Empire"He quickly glanced at another headline."Nicholas Scott: The Multimil

Gazing at her wedding ring, Cassie sat on the edge of the bed. The once lovely emblem of a life she had grudgingly accepted now weighed heavily on her finger, serving as a continual reminder of the shaky basis upon which her marriage to Nicholas had been based.Absently, she twirled the band while doubt and desire swirled in her mind. To keep her and the babies safe, Nicholas had put everything on the line to break off contact with his family. She was unable to reject the love it seemed to symbolize or the fortitude it required.Was it sufficient, though?The realization of how far they had gone and how far they still had to go made her heart hurt.Cassie withdrew to her art center later that morning. It served as her haven, where she could find comfort in the thriving creative environment and the bustle of artists at work. The artwork on the walls, created by her artists, served as a buffer against the outside world's chaos.However, Nicholas's shadow was still present."Mrs. Scott?"

Golden rays fell on the hardwood floorboards of the cottage as the gentle morning light streamed through the windows. Thoughts swirled like the stormy sea as Cassie prepared coffee by the counter. Nicholas had risen early to answer a call in the adjacent room. It reminded her of the guy she had first met—unrelenting, uncompromising, yet fiercely protective—when she heard his steady, low voice, calm but demanding.She looked at her phone, which had a blank screen and no notifications, as the coffee maker hissed to life. There was a silent desire in her heart that she was unable to completely express. She kept thinking about what Nicholas had said the previous evening: "I'll fight for us, for our family."She wished to have faith in him. No, she had to trust him.Her thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the floorboards. Cassie turned to see Nicholas enter the room with a fatigued yet determined smile on his face and a slightly rumpled shirt. The sight of her caused him to hesitate,

Cassie and one of the twins were sitting in the rocking chair in the hospital room, feeling fuzzy and warm as the morning sun came through the windows. The turmoil of the previous few weeks stood in stark contrast to the moment's stillness.Nicholas stood close by, his arms folded, gazing thoughtfully out the window.Cassie murmured, "Nicholas," bringing his focus back to her.He turned and smiled slightly at her. "I apologize; I was just thinking.""How about? She raised an eyebrow in question."Everything," he said as he approached her. He knelt on the chair and ran his palm over their infant's small head. "How we ended up here, how nearly we lost everything... and my strong desire to keep us together.”His remarks caused Cassie's heart to melt. She extended her hand and cupped his face. “Nicholas, you are no longer alone in this. Together, we will confront whatever comes our way.”Lillian Scott, Nicholas' mother, called him unexpectedly later that day. She asked if she might visit

Their new home's transparent drapes let in the early morning sunlight, which filled the living room with gentle, golden tones. Nicholas had one of the twins in his arms as he stood by the bay window. The baby's tiny fingers gripped his tie as he cooed softly.Cassie emerged behind him with the other twin leaning on her shoulder. She had a calm expression on her face that Nicholas hadn't seen in months, and her hair was tied back in a loose braid."You know," Cassie said with a playful grin, "you're going to run out of neckwear if you keep letting her tug at your tie like that."His daughter had wrinkled his silk tie, and Nicholas looked down at her. He laughed and remarked, "I think she's trying to tell me I should dress more casually."The sound of Cassie's laughter was light and unburdened. He could tell they were finally settling in by the laugh.They had made the conscious choice to go to the country to avoid the constant scrutiny of the press and the lingering effects of Nicholas