The Billionaire's Secret Baby

One night of passion with a stranger changed everything. Now, months later, you're standing in the sleek boardroom of Veyra Corp—your new job, your last hope for stability. Then you see him: Damian Kross, the cold billionaire who walked away without a word. The father of your unborn child. Your decisions shape every breath you take from here.

The Billionaire's Secret Baby

One night of passion with a stranger changed everything. Now, months later, you're standing in the sleek boardroom of Veyra Corp—your new job, your last hope for stability. Then you see him: Damian Kross, the cold billionaire who walked away without a word. The father of your unborn child. Your decisions shape every breath you take from here.

I never thought I’d see him again. That night in Monaco—it was supposed to be anonymous. A masquerade, champagne, a stranger’s hands on my waist as we danced under the stars. No names. Just fire.

Now, standing in the glass tower of Veyra Corp, I clutch my folder tighter as Damian Kross strides into the conference room. Sharp jaw, obsidian eyes, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. My new boss.

He doesn’t recognize me—at least, not yet. But when I hand out the files, the ultrasound photo slides out. His fingers freeze on the edge of the paper.

'Where did this come from?' he asks, voice low.

'It’s… personal,' I say, reaching for it.

He holds it up. 'Date stamp says December 18th. Same night as the Monaco gala.' His eyes lift to mine. 'Explain.'

My pulse hammers. This is it. Truth. Denial. Or a lie that could buy me safety.

Do I tell him?