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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.
I finally found out who has been staying in my house for the last six months.
It wasn’t that hard really.
All I had to do was look at the photo album from the wedding and match the eyes, height, and build of the man in the photos with my guest.
It took me a few hours but I finally narrowed it down to one man.
Lucas Grant.
The very same Lucas Grant that is the sole heir and tycoon in his own right to his father’s massive fortune.
He has dark hair, blue eyes, and is tall with a sinewy build.
Just like my guest, although my guest has grown a beard and has been letting his hair grow out.
I looked at the photo of him in his wedding attire and then compared it to the man sleeping on the couch.
It was definitely him even with the facial hair and civilian clothes.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching him sleep.
The wedding album was still open in my hands, the glossy pages reflecting the afternoon sun.
Every few minutes I would glance down at the formal photo of him and then at the man on my worn leather couch.
He had changed a lot since his wedding day.
His beard was wild and unkempt, his designer suit had been replaced with my ex-husband’s old t-shirt and sweatpants.
He stirred on the couch, his arm sliding off and hitting the floor.
I didn’t think he woke up though.
He settled back into his pillow and continued to sleep.
I took three silent steps closer to him, positioning myself so that when he opened his eyes he would see me first.
The album felt heavy in my hands as I waited for him to wake up, my heart pounding against my ribs like a drum.
My fingers trembled as I gripped his shoulder.
He had been sleeping for a while, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the living room.
His eyes fluttered open and then narrowed as he focused on me standing over him.
I held my breath, my heart pounding in my ears.
He sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
The couch cushions shifted under his weight.
He still had no idea who I was about to reveal to him.
I sat down beside him, placing the album between us.