Three Little Secrets: The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs
Chapter 2
The first sign came quietly.
Lina didn't notice it at first because exhaustion had always been part of her life. Long walks. Late nights studying. Early mornings cleaning before school. Being tired was normal. Expected.
But this tiredness was different.
It clung to her bones. It followed her through the day and settled heavily in her chest at night. No matter how long she slept, she woke up feeling like she hadn't rested at all.
She told herself it was stress.
The scholarship process had been nerve-racking. Waiting for confirmation. Checking her email obsessively. Jumping every time her phone vibrated. Hope, she was learning, came with its own kind of fatigue.
Still, the unease lingered.
Some mornings, the smell of frying oil from the kitchen made her stomach churn. Coffee-once comforting-now turned her nauseous. She stopped eating breakfast altogether, claiming she was in a hurry.
Her aunt noticed, of course.
"You've been acting strange," she said one evening, narrowing her eyes as Lina pushed food around her plate. "Are you sick?"
"No," Lina replied quickly. Too quickly.
Her aunt studied her for a moment, then scoffed. "Don't start creating problems where there are none."
Lina nodded and forced herself to swallow a few bites. The food felt heavy, foreign in her mouth.
Days passed.
Then a week.
Then another.
Lina marked dates in her planner without really thinking about them-assignment deadlines, bus schedules, reminders to check her email. One night, flipping through the pages, she paused.
Her fingers froze.
She flipped back again. Then forward.
Her heartbeat began to thud loudly in her ears.
Her period was late.
At first, she tried to reason with herself. Stress could do that. Changes in routine. Anxiety. Plenty of normal explanations existed.
But the doubt had already taken root.
That night, Lina lay awake staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the hospital visit in sharp, unwanted flashes. The rushed voices. The clipboard. The way everyone had seemed so certain about something she didn't understand.
Agreement.
The word surfaced uninvited.
Her stomach tightened.
Two days later, Lina walked into a pharmacy she'd never been to before, keeping her head down as if someone might recognize her. She grabbed the test quickly and paid at the self-checkout, her hands trembling as she stuffed the receipt into her bag.
At home, she waited.
Her aunt and uncle left for a late errand, slamming the door behind them. Lina locked herself in the bathroom, heart racing so fast she thought she might faint.
She followed the instructions carefully. Too carefully.
Then she set the test on the counter and turned away.
The seconds stretched unbearably long.
When she finally looked back, the room tilted.
Two lines.
Clear. Undeniable.
Her knees buckled. Lina slid down the wall, sitting hard on the cold tile floor. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps.
"No," she whispered. "No, no, no..."
This wasn't possible.
She pressed a hand against her stomach as if she could feel something there-some explanation, some mistake. Her mind raced, searching for answers, for memories she might have buried or forgotten.
There were none.
Tears blurred her vision as realization crashed over her in waves. She hadn't done anything wrong. She knew that. And yet here she was, staring at proof that her life had changed in a way she didn't understand.
The hospital.
Her chest tightened painfully.
"What did you do to me?" she whispered into the empty room.
Lina didn't tell anyone.
She couldn't.
She hid the test deep in her bag and forced herself to move through the days as if nothing had changed. But her body betrayed her. The nausea worsened. Her clothes felt tighter. Her emotions hovered dangerously close to the surface.
Her aunt watched her closely now, suspicion sharpening her already harsh gaze.
"You're lazy lately," she snapped one morning. "Always tired. Always distracted."
"I'm fine," Lina said quietly.
"Then start acting like it."
The breaking point came three nights later.
Lina barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting violently. Her hands gripped the sink as her body shook, tears streaming down her face.
The bathroom door flew open.
Her aunt stood there, arms crossed, eyes blazing.
"What is wrong with you?" she demanded.
Lina straightened slowly, wiping her mouth with trembling fingers. There was nowhere left to hide.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
The words hung in the air, heavy and unforgiving.
Her uncle stepped into the doorway behind her aunt. "What did you just say?"
"I didn't do anything," Lina said desperately. "I swear. I don't know how this happened. Something went wrong at the hospital-"
Her aunt laughed, sharp and humorless. "Do you expect us to believe that?"
"Please," Lina cried. "I wouldn't lie about this."
"Who's the father?" her uncle demanded.
"I don't know," Lina whispered.
Silence crashed down.
Her aunt's expression hardened into something cold and cruel. "You've shamed this family."
"I didn't mean to-"
"Enough," her uncle said. "Pack your things."
Lina stared at him. "Please. I have nowhere to go."
"You should've thought of that," her aunt snapped, "before embarrassing us."
They didn't touch her.
They didn't need to.
Lina packed quietly, hands shaking as she folded her clothes. She took only what she could carry-documents, a few clothes, the scholarship letter she now wasn't sure mattered anymore.
When she stepped into the living room, her aunt opened the door.
"If you come back," she said flatly, "I'll call the police."
The door closed behind Lina with finality.
She stood on the porch, the night air biting into her skin, her bag heavy on her shoulder.
Pregnant.
Alone.
Cast out.
Across the city, in a sleek office high above the streets, Adrian Hale reviewed a report placed neatly on his desk.
Status: Procedure successful.
He signed it without hesitation.
"Any issues?" he asked his assistant.
"No, sir," she replied. "Everything proceeded as planned."
Adrian nodded, already moving on.
Neither of them knew that the woman carrying his future had just been thrown out into the dark.
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