Sold to the Billionaire CEO

The Call I sat on my couch, staring blankly at the wall as memories of that fateful night flooded my mind. It had been five years since I'd made the mistake that changed my life forever. Five years since I'd had a one-night stand with a man who i didn't even know. I remembered the way he'd smiled at me, the way his eyes had sparkled in the dim light of the bar. I remembered the way he'd touched me, the way his lips had felt on mine. And I remembered the way I'd woken up the next morning, feeling ashamed and regretful. I'd never told anyone about that night. Not my friends, even my family saw it as an abomination. And my father, he had this look in his eyes that made it clear that I had failed him. So I left to raise my baby alone. I'd kept my secret locked away, hidden behind a mask of confidence and poise. But the memories still lingered, haunting me like a ghost. And now, as I sat on my couch, I couldn't shake the feeling that my past was about to catch up with me. I thought about my life now, about the person I'd become. I became a mother, a single parent to a beautiful five-year-old boy named Max. I'd built a life for us, a life that was quiet and peaceful. But as I sat there, I couldn't help but wonder if it was all about to come crashing down. If my past was about to ruin everything I'd worked so hard to build. Just as I was starting to calm down, my phone rang aggressively. I hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be. And then I saw my father's name flashing on the screen, Kade, the billionaire tycoon and patriarch of the Kade family, rarely called me. And when he did, it was never good. My heart sank as I answered the call. "You have been hiding too long, it's time to come home," my father's deep voice boomed through the line. I felt a knot form in my stomach. "I didn't hide, I left because you gave me no choice" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. "You owe this family, Stop running and come back, I need you here," he replied, his voice firm. "The company has a launch coming up And I require your presence." I knew better than to argue with my father. But the thought of returning to Brooks filled me with dread. What if someone discovered my secret? The one I'd kept hidden for so long? "Father, I—" "Don't argue, Camille," he interrupted. "I expect you to be back in Brooks within the week. We'll discuss the details when you arrive." The line went dead, and I was left staring at the phone in my hand, feeling like my world was crumbling around me. I thought about all the reasons why I couldn't go back to Brooks. I thought about Max, my son, and how I couldn't possibly take him back to that city. I thought about the shame and guilt that still lingered, even after all these years. But most of all, I thought about the one person who could ruin everything. The person I'd had a one-night stand with, the person who had gotten me pregnant with Max. That person who was still out there, somewhere in Brooks. I knew I couldn't avoid my father's demands forever. But the thought of returning to Brooks, of facing all those demons again, was almost too much to bear. I was having a tough time doing what my father asked. The idea of going back to Brooks, of facing my past and all its secrets, was daunting. But I knew I had no choice. I had to go back, no matter how hard it was going to be. I thought about all the things that could go wrong. I worried about my father's expectations, about the pressure he would put on me to conform to the family's image. But most of all, I was worried about my baby. I couldn't imagine him being affected by all of this. My ached as I pondered about how I would protect him, how I would keep him safe from all the secrets and lies that seemed to follow me everywhere. As I sat there, weighing my options, I knew that I had to make a decision. I had to decide whether to face my past and everything I have hidden, or I would keep running. But as I looked around my living room, at the life I'd built for myself and Max, I knew that I couldn't run forever. I had to face my fears, no matter how dark they seemed. With a sense of urgency, as I sat there, frozen in fear, I had no idea if my return to Brooks would set off a chain of events that would change my life forever. I stood up and began to pace around the room. I had a lot to think about, a lot to consider. But I knew that I had to make a decision, and fast. As I paced, I couldn't shake the feeling that my return was aiming at a rollercoaster of events that would change me again. I thought about all the times I'd tried to move on, to put the past behind me and all the times I'd tried to convince myself that I was over it, that I'd healed. But the truth was, I hadn't. I was still haunted by the memories of that night, still tormented by the secrets I'd kept hidden. As I sat there, lost in the raging questions that threatened to burst out of my head. I may have succeeded in escaping the darkness of those haunted years but now, for the sake of my baby, I must embrace it. But as I looked at Max, who was playing quietly in the corner of the room, I knew that I couldn't run. I had to face my fears, for his sake as much as mine. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I knew that returning to Brooks would be hard, but I also knew that it was necessary. My phone beeped twice, I picked it up to see a message. Dad had sent me pictures of my flight tickets. With his influence on almost everything and everyone, he never wasted in showing Joe straightforward he was in his words and he had just reminded me of that. I exhaled again, as I walked into the bedroom to start packing our bags, gently consoling myself. Maybe returning won't be so bad after all.