His Son, My Secret

Chapter 1

The hospital smelled like bleach and bad coffee.

My son’s hand was cold in mine . Too cold for a four-year old who should be running, throwing tantrums over ice cream.

“ Mrs. Shen?” The doctor’s voice was gentle. That was the worst part. Doctors are only gentle when news is bad .

I swallowed.” Yes?”

“Leo’s bone marrow results came back.” He slid the paper across the desk. I couldn’t read it. The words blurred .” He needs a transplant. Soon. And his biological father is our best chance for a match.”

The room tilted .

Biological father.

Damian Wolfe.

The man I spent one night with four years ago. The stranger his name I never learned until I saw his face on the cover of Forbes.

The billionaire who didn’t know he had a son.

And now that son was dying.

I had 48 hours to find the coldest man in New York and beg him to save the child he never wanted.

My phone buzzed. A text from the nurse: “ Leo’s asking for you, Mom.”

I stared at the Damien Wolfe’s face on my browser. Sharp jaw . Cold eyes. Worth 4.2 billion dollars according to Forbes . The same eyes I’d stared into four years ago in the hotel room before he walked out of my life without a name , without a number.

He built an empire. I built life from scraps , working double shifts to keep Leo fed.

And now I had to walk into Wolfe Tower and tell him he had a son.

A dying son.

The doctor said we had 48 hours before Leo’s organs started failing. 48 hours to convince a man who threw me away to donate his bone marrow to a child he didn’t know existed.

I grabbed my purse. My hands were shaking.

God help me. God help Leo. Because Damian Wolfe didn’t do mercy . He did revenge .

And I was about to become his biggest regret.