Sebastian's pov
“Bizzzzzzzz”
The buzzing of my phone pulled me from my restless sleep at 5:47 AM.
Not unusual—I'd built my empire on being available before the rest of the world woke up. What was unusual was the sheer volume.
Seventeen missed calls from Gerald.
Forty-three from my PR team. Sixty-eight notifications from news alerts.
My blood ran cold before I even opened the first one.
“Billionaire Sebastian Blackwell Has Secret Son With Unknown Woman"
The headline glared at me from every major outlet.
Financial Times.
Even the tabloids I'd never dignified with my attention were running the story with that same damning photograph, me, standing outside Alina's apartment building about five months ago.
I sat up in bed, my chest tightening as I scrolled through article after a
