The Billionaire son

Chapter3:TheUninvitedTruth

I woke up with a splitting headache, my body still burdened by the aftereffects of the alcohol. My mind was a blur, with only a vague recollection of the events from the night before. Nathan’s angry words echoed in my head, his aggressive tone leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. What a devil he was.

Despite the hangover, I couldn’t afford to waste any time. I needed to get to the office and handle things. I hated drinking—mainly because of this nightmare of a headache that came after. But I had work to do. My resignation letter had to be handed in today, and I had a tight schedule to follow. The sooner I could leave, the better. Nathan had gotten a glimpse of Nathaniel, and now he knew he was the CEO of this company. That was dangerous for me. I had to act quickly.

The office was crowded as usual, but I blocked out the noise, determined to focus on my task. I made my way straight to my desk and began reviewing all the papers I had pending. As I flipped through the pages, I heard the sound of a door clicking open. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Dan, if you’re here to interrupt me, please leave. I have to finish all of this,” I said, my voice firm, but I didn’t even bother to look up from my papers.

There was no response, which was odd. I raised my head, confused, and locked eyes with someone I wasn’t expecting. It was Nathan’s secretary.

She flashed me a polite smile. “Mr. Nathan wants to see you in his office.”

I froze. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I couldn’t gather my thoughts. I had no choice but to follow her.

We walked in silence down the hall, and she led me to a pair of imposing office doors. She knocked lightly before opening them.

“You may go inside, Miss Bella. The CEO is waiting for you.”

As the door swung open, I found Nathan sitting confidently behind his desk, his posture relaxed but authoritative. The neatness of his office seemed to reflect his personality—orderly, in control, with a sense of power.

I stayed standing, unsure of what to say.

“Good morning, sir. You wanted to see me?” I asked, trying to sound confident. Nathan looked imposing, dressed in his luxury tuxedo, the muscle in his arms almost visible as he shifted in his seat.

His eyes didn’t meet mine immediately, instead scanning the room briefly. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but cold. “Who was the boy with you yesterday?”

I was caught off guard. My mind raced, and for a moment, I couldn’t form words. Did he know? Was he making assumptions about me?

He leaned forward slightly, watching me closely. I forced the words out, stuttering only a bit. “He’s someone.”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he adjusted his tie. “Someone?” His voice dropped, a hint of mockery creeping in. “Who’s the father of this child?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “He’s dead.”

He sat back, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “I see.”

Then, without warning, he grabbed a brown envelope from his desk and threw it toward me. “Read it aloud.”

I hesitated but opened the envelope. The paper inside made my breath catch in my throat. It was a DNA test result. My heart skipped a beat.

I stared at the paper in disbelief, my hands trembling as I read the words.

Probability of paternity: 99.9999%

I felt dizzy, my head spinning from what I was reading. How had Nathan gotten this? How did he know? The suffocating weight of it all made it hard to breathe.

He stared at me with intense eyes. “Will you still try to hide it? What can you say? I’m the father.”

I gripped the paper tightly, feeling an overwhelming urge to run, to escape. But I couldn’t let him see that weakness.

I stared him down. “That’s fake,” I spat, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear.

Nathan didn’t move, his gaze never leaving mine. He didn’t seem surprised. “You don’t have a son with me,” I said firmly, turning on my heel to leave the room.

Before I could even reach the door, his voice stopped me.

“I’ll make sure to make your life a living hell until you come running to me for help. Remember that.”

I froze, my hand on the door handle. His words stung more than I cared to admit. I wanted to argue back, but I knew better. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

When I got home, John was already waiting for me with good news. “The paperwork is all done. We’re good to go.”

I looked at him in surprise. “Really, John?”

He nodded. “Yeah, your parents had a solid record in the system, so they processed it quickly.”

I sighed in relief. At least one thing was going smoothly.

I found Nathaniel playing with his Lego blocks in the backyard. I watched him for a moment before asking a question that had been on my mind for a long time. “Nathaniel, do you want to meet your father?”

He looked up at me, his face thoughtful. “No. I’m okay with us, Mom. But if he comes around one day, I’ll be okay with that too.”

His maturity for his age surprised me. My son was stronger than I realized.

That evening, during dinner, I told John to start packing. “We only need to bring the important things. We can always buy the rest when we’re in the States.”

I started listing everything that needed to be sold. Our house, everything. We were leaving for good, and nothing would hold us back now. I also forwarded my resignation letter to Dan. She called almost immediately.

“Are you serious?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes. The papers are approved, and we’re leaving soon.”

“That fast? It’s only been a few days,” she responded, her tone mixed with concern and support. “But if you’re sure, I’ll forward this to HR and make sure it’s processed.”

“Thank you, Dan. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Later that night, I found myself alone in a bar. The alcohol was calling me, and I decided to let myself drink one last time in this place. It would be my final night here.

I ordered a martini and sipped it slowly, watching people dance and socialize around me. For the first time in a long while, I felt free.

But then, out of nowhere, a man appeared beside me, his arm swinging around my waist without warning. I looked at him with disdain.

“Can you please let go of me?” I asked, trying to remain calm, though irritation flared in my chest.

He was drunk. “I can make your night unforgettable. You’ll scream,” he slurred.

Before I could react, another hand gripped my arm, pulling me away from the man. It was Nathan.

“Why don’t you find someone else to screw?” he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The man quickly backed off, leaving us alone. Nathan dragged me with him, his grip tight on my waist. I tried to protest, but he was stronger, pulling me into a dark corridor.

He slammed me against the wall, trapping me with his hands. “Is this how you act?” he spat. “You’re a mother now, for crying out loud.”

I tried to push him away, but it was useless. He was too strong.

“What the hell is your problem?” I snapped. “I was drinking alone.”

He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You can’t remember? You’re mine.”

I pulled back, fueled by the alcohol and anger. “I’m your what? Sorry, nobody owns me.”

Nathan laughed bitterly. “You’re the mother of my child, that makes you mine.”