THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN HEIRS

CHAPTER 6

"Where are you taking me, Sean?" I asked him as he led me by the hand into the building, but we ended up going around the back.

I wasn't familiar with the twists and turns of this building, but it was intriguing that we took the back route. There was an exclusive elevator, and every corner seemed luxurious – quite different from the front of the building. Sean ushered me into the elevator, still holding onto my forehead, preventing the handkerchief from slipping.

"I've got this, Sean," I said, distancing my head from his hand.

"So many jobs out there, Aphro. Why did you choose to come in here?" he asked sternly.

I sighed, "I need to work, Sean," I replied cautiously.

Except for Amer, Sean was one of my friends back in La Meyanda. I wasn't very friendly with other women during my school days because I heard stories about me, and those rumors even came from their mouths. Since then, no one approached me.

Amer and I were inseparable since we were kids, but he left when we were in college. He moved to Manila, and that's where I met Sean. I found joy in Sean's company. I heard rumors on campus that I was using him because he was wealthy, but even so, he didn't leave me except when he had to leave because he had no choice.

"I heard from Grandma Sonya that you have a child, Fay." I looked at him.

It was different when my neighbors found out I was pregnant; the news even reached Sean's grandmother. Sean's mansion was far away, but I wasn't surprised if the news reached them.

"I do," I didn't want to lie to Sean; after all, he's someone I've trusted for a long time.

"Where's the father? Lola said you came home to La Meyanda alone," Sean pressed on with his questions.

"Ouch!" I complained, feigning pain and placing my hand on my forehead.

I heard him curse softly beside me as he took my hand to inspect my forehead. I wasn't ready to tell him about my foolishness. I trusted that he wouldn't speak ill of me, but it's still embarrassing for a decent woman with high aspirations to end up pregnant by some jerk.

Sean gently wiped the wound on my forehead. When the elevator doors opened, my eyes widened at the uniqueness of this floor, unlike the places Farah and I had been through earlier.

"Sean, we might not be allowed here," I cautioned as we entered a room.

He did something, and shortly after, the door opened. Even this room was peculiar. It resembled a hotel room we once entered with Rihav.

He motioned for me to sit on the bed, looking like he was searching for something.

"Sean, we might get in trouble here."

It seemed like Sean didn't hear me at all; he didn't respond or even meet my gaze. When he stood up, he brought an emergency kit with him. Sitting beside me, he began treating my wound.

"Do you recognize the person who pushed you?" he asked while tending to the wound.

"I didn't see his face clearly because it was dark. But I overheard him saying he works for the owner of this club," I replied.

After finishing the wound dressing, he said, "I'll take care of that jerk. Don't go back to your job. Go home—"

I interrupted him, "I can't, Sean. We won't have anything to eat if I go back to La Meyanda. I'll work here, but I'll just avoid people like that."

"No, Fay. Go back to La Meyanda; they're looking for someone to watch over Lola at the mansion. That's where you belong, not here in La Fera Dos," he insisted.

I shook my head; even though Lola Sonya is already old, I know she's still strong-willed. That old woman won't be easily shaken.

"No, Sean, I can manage on my own. I'll work here; I can't bear to see my children suffer."

"Children?" he asked immediately.

"They are twins."

"The heck!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"So don't stop me from working for them."

He fell silent, just staring at me intensely.

"Who's the father? Why did he abandon you? Why are you the one working for your two children? Why doesn't he work for your family? He's the man; he should be the one providing for you!" his jaw tightened as he spoke.

I avoided eye contact. I took a deep breath; the heaviness in my chest lingered. Perhaps this is the opportunity to release all the pent-up frustrations.

Since I left Mansion Madreal, I've been crying. When my parents died, I cried as well. But I never showed Amer and the Madreal twins what was really in my heart. I preferred to wallow in a room than express my feelings.

I think Sean is ready for the drama in my life.

"I had to stop my studies, Sean. I didn't finish my education. Because we were drowning in debt, I traveled to Isla Fera and went to Manila to work. I got a job as a maid, and they treated me well. But..." I closed my eyes.

"But?" Sean prompted.

"I fell in love with their son. Sean, we became a couple. Our relationship was kept secret because I was just a maid, and I was afraid of Senyora's reprimand. They didn't know about us until he announced he was getting married right in front of me." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away.

I didn't go into too much detail about my story. I didn't want to mention the hurtful words he uttered to me when everything happened.

"The f**k! Jerk! What's his name? Tell me, Fayre!" he angrily demanded, clenching his fists.

He probably doesn't know him. It's impossible, considering the vastness of the world.

"It's Rihav..." I said in a soft voice.

I saw his eyes widen, "Rihav Madreal?" he exclaimed.

I furrowed my brow at his question. Wait... does he know him?

"D-do you know him?" I stuttered.

"He's my friend, that bastard!" he said with frustration.

I closed my eyes and sighed. In this vast world, why do they have to know each other? I don't want to communicate with Rihav. Maybe I'll distance myself from Sean so we won't cross paths again.

"Sean, please don't tell Rihav that we have a child, please," I pleaded with a trembling voice as I uttered those words.

Sean took my hand and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me tightly while running his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, savoring his comforting touch.

"Fay, I don't know what happened to you in the past years. But when Rihav announced that he would be getting married, I was there... that jerk Rihav," he said while still caressing my hair. "How about your children? Growing up without a father? Fay, maybe you need to talk about this."

I immediately shook my head, "I can provide for them even without Rihav. We don't need him."

"Maybe we can still—"

"No, Sean," I cut him off.

I heard him sigh. I'm not ready for that yet. Rihav is happy with his family now. My children shouldn't be part of Rihav's life to avoid any trouble. They would be the ones to suffer if they got involved with Rihav.

"If that's your decision, okay," he paused, "Rihav is here; he's downstairs right now. It is better to avoid our area so you won't run into each other. Number 11, that table, you need to avoid that."

I pulled away from his embrace and thanked him. I felt a sense of relief, knowing that even though Rihav was here, I could still avoid him with Sean's warning.

I said my goodbyes to Sean, assuring him I would return to work. He initially hesitated due to my wound, but it wasn't too serious, and I could still walk. He couldn't do anything, so I left the room and headed straight to the club area.

The crowd had grown even larger when I returned, with some people already intoxicated. I headed toward the bartender, who was mixing drinks. He looked at me and presented a tray with various alcoholic beverages.

"Number 11," he said, catching my attention.

"Huh?" I replied.

He was about to explain when another waitress arrived, took the tray, and checked the number. She smiled, grabbed the tray, and walked away without saying a word.

Perfect!

I proceeded with my job, deliberately avoiding table 11, where Rihav and his companions were seated. I noticed Sean sitting there, gesturing for me to stay away from their area.

In the following hours, everything became hectic. Orders were coming in left and right. I was carrying a tray filled with drinks when I felt someone touch my backside. I turned around to see who it was and pushed away a visibly intoxicated man.

"Sir, stop!" I shouted to make myself heard over the club's noise. In this loud environment, you had to raise your voice for people to understand you.

It seemed like the man heard me, responding to my shout. He pulled me towards him, almost causing me to drop the tray due to the force.

"Sir, she's a waitress here. Respect Sir Haiden's employee," I heard someone speak from behind.

That familiar voice belonged to Farah. She pulled me away from the man, and I saw how the guy ogled her from head to toe. He swaggered away, leaving us alone.

I wanted to curse at the narrow-minded people I encountered on my first day at work. It may be an honorable job, but some people had such small minds.

"Oh my gosh! What happened on your forehead?" Farah exclaimed, brushing my hair aside to get a better look.

"Someone pushed me earlier, but I'm okay," I replied.

"That should be reported to Sir Haiden. That jerk who pushed you should never set foot here again," she said with frustration.

"It's fine, I've been taken care of by Se—" I paused in my response.

Farah looked at me, waiting for what I was about to say. I just laughed it off, not paying her any more attention. I headed towards the table I was carrying a tray for.

"Thank you," the woman said, expressing her gratitude.

I thanked them as well before leaving their table. I returned to the counter and saw Sean sitting on a high chair. I placed the tray down, and Sean looked at me. He smiled, and I returned the smile.

"Seat here," he said, tapping the high chair next to him.

"I can't, Sean. The owner might see," I reminded him.

It was true; the owner of the club was around. What if he saw me sitting instead of working? I could get fired on the spot.

Sean sighed before speaking, "Haiden won't ask you to leave. I'll take care of you." He said confidently, winking at me.

I nodded, "Don't tell him you're friends with the owner of this club," I added, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled and pulled me closer, "Let's just say we're friends, and I'll take care of you. If Haiden tries to kick you out, report it to me, and he'll disappear from this world," he said coolly.

I chuckled and playfully slapped his chest. He laughed as well, taking a sip of his drink. Sean seemed to have wealthy friends; perhaps that's how they got acquainted.

"You're so arrogant, Sean, and you're not even handsome." I teased him.

His smile vanished at my comment. He set down his glass and looked into my eyes. I averted my gaze, pinching his side.

This used to be my favorite thing to do to him. He never pinched me back, just teased me, but he never really hurt me. I always pinched him when he looked serious, as Sean could be quite intimidating.

"Awww, Fay, stop it." He groaned with each pinch, but I ignored him and continued.

"Stop or I'll tell Rihav that you're here," the brat threatened, making me pause and return to my proper sitting position.

I rolled my eyes and pouted. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. I resisted, pretending to be angry. My stubborn attitude only showed itself to two people—Sean and Rihav.

"Wow, Semon, you're getting all sweet here. That's why you're not at our table." I stopped pushing Sean away upon hearing that voice.

"I don't care, Haiden."

I quickly got up from the high chair and faced the club owner named Haiden. I bowed and apologized for my behavior. I repeated the word sorry several times before he stopped me from saying it.

Sir Haiden held my chin to look at him, and I saw him grin when our eyes met. Sean, on the other hand, slapped his hand.

"You looked familiar, I saw you in a phone wallpaper or in a picture, I think. Not sure, though. But what happened on your forehead?" he asked.

I was about to respond when Sean cut in, "Your men did that to her. You must watch the CCTV."

Sir Haiden nodded, "Ready his coffin, Sem." He said, looking at Sean. Sean nodded, seemingly agreeing with Sir Haiden.

Coffin? As in a casket? Just because of this wound, are they going to kill someone?

"Go back to your work, Fay. Let me know if those jerks do anything else to you here." Sir Haiden instructed before he embraced Sean, and they left together.