Semua Bab Billionaire's Regret: It's Great to See You Again, Daddy!: Bab 11 - Bab 20

KATHERINE’S POVThe hotel room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension and the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. My fingers gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white as I scrolled through the headlines. The media had wasted no time. Speculation about Franklin’s paternity was everywhere and just as I suspected, the frenzy was only growing. The paparazzi ate me like hungry vultures.My stomach churned as I read the bold, accusatory titles: “Alexander Blake, CEO of RodaTech has a Secret Love Child?”, “Katherine’s Return: A Scandal Revisited?”, “Who is the Love child?" Each headline felt like a dagger, twisting deeper into the life I had worked so hard to rebuild.Hazel paced the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with every step. Her frustration was palpable, her voice sharp as she broke the silence. “This has Alexander written all over it, Katherine. You know it does. He’s not the type to let something like this slide. He’s play

ALEX'S POV The sound of the slap resounded in my ears again as I stared at Astra, the question still hanging in my head. If she could go to the extent of hitting Henry, my personal assistant, directly in front of me without being bothered, then what would she do to Katherine behind me?For some reason it had me questioning her and the things she might have done in the past that I wasn't aware of.I thought I knew Astra well enough, her anger, her tantrums, everything but it turns out that I was wrong all along.I've never seen this side of her and as I watched her, I felt a gnawing feeling bite at me.Astra’s chest heaved with anger, her eyes blazing as she glared at Henry, who remained standing ,his expression unreadable, even to me. For a moment, no one moved. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was still a shock and I could tell that Henry was still reeling from it.“Astra,” I finally said, my voice low but firm, “do you care to explain what

ALEXANDER'S POV The morning sun filtered through the tinted windows of the car, casting a muted glow across the leather interior which would have made it beautiful if I wasn't in a sour mood. I slumped into the backseat, my posture rigid, my gaze fixed on the passing cityscape as we drove past them.The silence in the car was interrupted by the rhythmic tapping of Henry’s fingers on the steering wheel, which only further grated on my nerves as it served as a constant reminder of the tension that had settled between us since the previous day.I knew that Henry was still slightly unhappy with the way Astra treated him despite the way he kept brushing it away like it was nothing.His reactions now were obviously another way of him acknowledging that he was indeed uncomfortable with the way he was treated.My suspicions were proven true the minute he cleared his throat, interrupting the tense silence in the car."We need to talk."Right. Sooner than later, we were bound to discuss her.

ALEXANDER'S POV Finally Saturday!Forty-eight hours of restless pacing, sleepless nights, and a gnawing anxiety that refuses to let go. The DNA results are due today, and the silence is suffocating me. It was quarter past nine and my feet won't detach from their attachment to the ground as I kept pacing from one place to the other.The fact that I was this close to finding out the truth was one reason why I was a bit bothered but then there's Hazel, Katherine's friend.Her words have refused to leave my head ever since we had that phone call at the hospital.It was all just too strange. Why would she call me all of a sudden? And what was that cryptic message? There's a storm coming??Hell, what does that even mean?What does she mean?I’ve tried calling her back a dozen times, but the number has been disconnected. It’s like she vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but questions and a growing sense of unease. Why did she call me in the first place? Somehow I found myself

ALEXANDER’S POVThe cold night air hit me like a slap as I stepped out of the gallery, my chest heaving and my mind racing. The weight of the stares inside still clung to me, burning hotter than the anger coursing through my veins.Those security guards had hovered like they were debating whether to intervene, but even they knew better. No one would dare put their hands on me. Not even the slightest brush against my suit.Katherine had stood there, watching. Unmoved. Unbothered. As if I were nothing more than an unwelcome disturbance she was waiting to pass.I don’t know if it was the fact that she had let me humiliate myself in front of all those people—or the fact that she didn’t care—that pissed me off more.Jaw clenched, I exhaled sharply, my fists tightening at my sides.This wasn’t over.But beneath all my anger, one thing was clear—her denial of Franklin being my son.That was the spark that fed the fire burning inside me.How could she? How could she look me in the eye and lie