The soundproof door of the armored Maybach sealed us away from the gallery.
Leo fell asleep in my arms before we had cleared the first block. His cheek rested against my coat, and one hand remained wrapped around my collar.
Eleanor sat opposite us. Arthur was beside me, supporting my burned wrist while he stroked Leo's hair with two fingers.
A chime sounded from the car's communication system.
Daniel's voice filled the cabin. “Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt. There's a developing situation online. You need to see it.”
Arthur touched the console. The privacy screen lit up with a gossip site. Its headline appeared in yellow capitals:
**STERLING 'HEIR' UNMASKED: BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET SON FROM GOLD DIGGER MISTRESS REVEALED!**
The article called me a nobody who had trapped Arthur with a child
