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MidReal Story
Hidden Heir
Scenario:Damn it! The man I’ve been keeping is actually the heir of a wealthy tycoon!
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Natalia Harper
the woman who discovers her guest's true identity, friends with other protagonists, short brown hair, green eyes, resourceful and secretive.
Lucas Grant
the heir to a wealthy tycoon's empire, guest of Natalia Harper, tall with dark hair and blue eyes, charming and unaware of his true identity.
Paulina Lennon
Natalia's rival and manipulative adversary, secretly involved with Natalia's husband, seeks to undermine Natalia's quest for justice while maintaining a facade of friendship.
Six months earlier…
Natalia Harper
The man has been living with me for three months.
I still don’t know his name, or why he’s hiding.
All I know is that he’s handsome, charming, and rich.
And that even though he’s a guest in my home, he’s taking over my life.
But I’m about to find out his secrets.
And once I do, there’s no going back.
I was shocked when the doctor told me my husband was alive.
We’d thought he was dead for two years.
But now he’s back, and he’s determined to reclaim me.
There’s only one problem: I’m in love with someone else.
I just don't know how to tell my husband…
Paulina Lennon
My best friend’s husband was having an affair with me.
It was a secret that only we knew.
I invited Paulina over for coffee, making sure to time it when Lucas was out for his morning run.
She arrived promptly at nine, wearing her usual designer outfit and carrying a matching handbag.
We sat in my kitchen, and I fidgeted with my cup as I gathered the courage to tell her everything.
It all spilled out in a rush: finding Lucas injured on the side of the road, taking him in and nursing him back to health, and how my feelings for him had grown stronger every day.
Paulina’s face remained neutral, but her knuckles turned white around her cup.
She asked pointed questions about Lucas’s appearance and background, and I told her everything I knew: that he was tall and strong, with piercing blue eyes and a mop of dark hair.
When I mentioned his eyes, she stiffened slightly.
Before she left, she insisted on seeing a photo of him on my phone.
When she saw it, her eyes widened and she let out a low breath.
She asked me to excuse her for a moment, and I watched as she walked out into the garden, pulling her phone from her bag.
I wondered if she was calling someone, but when she came back inside, she didn’t mention it.
Instead, she gave me a hug and told me to be careful.
I didn’t know what to make of her reaction.
But I knew one thing: I had to find out more about Lucas’s past.
I spent the rest of the day researching online, but I couldn’t find anything that matched his description.
It was as if he didn’t exist.
When Lucas came home that evening, he was tired and distracted.
He fell asleep on the couch almost as soon as he sat down, and I covered him with a blanket.
As I turned to go upstairs, my eyes fell on his jacket crumpled on the floor.
I picked it up to hang it in the closet, and something fell from the pocket. It was an envelope, aged and worn.
My hands shook as I picked it up and turned it over in my hands.
It was addressed to "My dearest son, Lucas Grant III."
I opened it up and pulled out a handwritten letter.
The paper was thick and expensive-looking, with a watermark running through it.
The ink was dark blue, almost black, and the words were written in a flowing script.
The letter began:
"My dearest son,
I am writing this letter to you in the hope that one day you will read it. You are probably wondering why you have not heard from me in so long. The truth is that I have been searching for you everywhere. I have looked high and low for any sign of you, but so far I have found nothing."
The letter went on to explain that Lucas’s father had been involved in a suspicious accident two years ago.
He had been driving home from work when his car skidded off the road and crashed into a tree.
Miraculously, he had survived with only minor injuries, but his car had caught fire and burned to the ground.
When he had returned home later that night, he had found that his house had been broken into and ransacked.
All of his important documents were missing, including his will. The letter ended with a plea for Lucas to contact his father if he ever read it.
Natalia: "Paulina, I found this letter addressed to Lucas Grant III. Do you know anything about it?"
Paulina: "Lucas Grant III? Natalia, that's impossible. My husband was Lucas Grant II."
Natalia: "What are you saying, Paulina?"