Adrian never wasted time. By the next morning, he had hired detectives to follow Amelia and her son. He needed to see, to confirm.
That evening, as Amelia walked in the park with her son, Adrian watched from a distance. The boy laughed, chasing a small ball, the same mischievous smile she had as a child.
A knot tightened in Adrian's chest. There was no denying it—the resemblance was uncanny. He felt anger and something deeper he hadn't expected: attachment.
Amelia sensed someone following them. She tightened her grip on her son's hand. "Stay close," she whispered. She turned sharply, scanning the shadows. But the figure melted into the night before she could see clearly.
Adrian's pulse raced. She didn't know he was there, but he had seen enough. This child was his blood.
He vows to find out the full truth, and Amelia is completely unaware that the billionaire is closer than she thinks.