His Son, My Secret

Chapter 5:The Touch [VIP]

“Victoria.”Damian’s voice could freeze hell. “ Get out.”

Victoria Hale-heiress, ex-model,and Damian’s most public ex-smiled like a knife. “So , it’s true. The reclusive Damian Wolfe has a secret family. The board will love this .”

“This is my home ,”Damian stepped in front of Aria. “You’re trespassing.”

“Am I ?” Victoria’s eyes raked over Aria’s wet clothes, her mercy hair. “ Because I still have a key . And a claim. Three years , Damian. Three years I played the perfect girlfriend while you_”

“ Used you ,”Damian finished flatly . “For galas . For photos. We both knew the deal.”

Victoria flinched. Then she looked at Aria.” He will use u too, sweetheart .Then throw you away when the kid’s fixed. That’s what he does.”

Aria’s hands shook , but she lifted her chin. “ He’s fixing his son. What’s your excuse?”

The slap came fast. Victoria’s diamond ring cut Aria’s cheek.

What’s happened next took 2 seconds.

Damian had Victoria by the wrist, against the wall, 6 inches off the floor. His face was murder.

“ Touch her again,” he said softly, “ and I’ll ruin your family for ten generations. Nod of understand .”

Victoria nodded, tears streaming.

“ Security will escort you out . If you to press , if you breathe my son’s name, I will end you .” He dropped her . “ Now.”

The guards appeared like ghosts. Victoria was gone in 30 seconds.

The penthouse went silent. Only rain and Aria’s shaky breathing.

Damian turned.Blood was dripping down her cheek.

“Don’t.” He was there before she could flinch. Thumb brushing under the cut , absurdly gentle. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not___”

“ I brought her into your life .” His other hand cupped her jaw. “. I should have killed that contract the second I saw Leo’s photo.”

“Damian …”

“ Seven years,” he said, like it hurt. “ Seven years I dreamed about your mouth. Your hands . The sound you made when___”He stopped. Swallowed. “ And now you’re here. Real and someone hurt you in my house.”

His thumb smeared blood. His eyes were black.

“ Can I?” He whispered.

Aria didn’t ask what he meant. She just nodded.

Damian kissed her . Not like on the balcony. This was slow. Reverent . Like she was glass and he was praying.

He backed her up until her legs hit the couch. He laid her down like she was precious, his body caging hers without touching.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped against her mouth. “ Right now, Aria . Because if I don’t stop in the next 10 seconds, I’m not stopping all night.”

The contract said *permitted but not required *.

Leo was asleep.Safe. For the first time in 5 years.

An Damian was looking at her like she was the air.

“Don’t stop,”Aria breathed.

Damian made a sound—wrecked, broken—and took her mouth again.

His hands learned her . Scarred knuckles gentle on her ribs, her hips , her thighs. Like he was memorizing. Like he’d waited 7 years for this .

Her shirt disappeared. His followed . Skin on skin , hot and desperate.

“ you’re beautiful,” he said i t her neck. “ God , Aria , you’re so—”

She arched, cutting him off. Her hands found the scars on his back. Fro the crash.From losing everything.

“We are both broken,”she gasped as he moved lower. “ But maybe—“

“We’re whole together,”Damian finished.And then he showed her exactly how whole.

-–––

Dawn painted the penthouse gold.

Aria woke to Damian’s heartbreak under her ear. His arm was heavy around her waist. Possessive. Real.

For the first time since Leo’s diagnosis, she wasn’t wasn’t afraid.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Hospital.

Aria shot up . “Leo-“

Damian was already moving, pulling on pants. “It’s okay. It’s good news .”

She answered shaking. “Hello?”

“Ms.Blake!” It was Dr. Patel. “ The first round worked. The donor match is perfect. Leo’s body is accepting the cells . His going to —“ The doctor’s voice broke. “He’s going to live.”

The phone fell. Aria collapsed.

Damian caught her . Held her while she sobbed int the chest . Relief. Joy. Terror release.

“ He’s going to live,” she shocked out . “ He’s going to live.”

“ I know, “ Damian whispered into her hair. “ I know, sweetheart. I promised .”

He’d promised 12 hours ago . And he’d delivered.

When Aria could breathe again, she looked up. Damian’s eyes were wet . The billionaire who didn’t cry was crying for son.

“ Thank you .” She said. “ For him . For—“

“Don’t thank me .” He kissed her forehead. “ He’s my so too.”

A knock at the bedroom.

“ Mommy ? Dads?” Leo’s small voice. “ I’m hungry. And there’s pancakes.”

Aria and Damian froze.

Dads.

Slowly, they looked at each other. Then at the door.

Damian stood first. He opened the door and scooped Leo up like he weighed nothing.

“ Hey , buddy,” he said voice thick . “ you want pancakes with Dada?”

Leo beamed. “ Yeah! And Mommy too!”

Aria stood , wrapped in Damian’s shirt, and joined her boys.

In the kitchen, making pancakes at 6 AM with her son Damian’s shoulders and his hands on her lower back, Aria realized:

The contract was fake,

But this ? This was real.

Her phone buzzed again. News alert.

**WOLFE ENTERPRISES CEO CONFIRMS SECRET SON, ENGAGEMENT TO CHILD’S MOTHER **

The photo from last night—Damian carrying her through the lobby, coat around her shoulders, her face hidden in his neck.

Victoria leaked it.

And the world was about to explode .

Media storm+Public engagement