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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…
I finally knew the name of the man who had been living with me for the past six months.
It wasn’t like it made a difference, but I was curious.
I had been harboring this stranger without knowing his true identity.
Now I was going to find out who he was and how to connect with him.
My search for answers about this man had begun when I saw a news headline about Lucas Grant.
The name didn’t sound familiar, but the photo of him did.
As I delved deeper into the article, I realized that the handsome stranger I had been living with was none other than the only heir to Grant’s tycoon empire.
I couldn’t believe it!
My husband’s mistress, Paulina Lennon, had been a thorn in my side for so long.
I hadn’t told anyone, not even my brothers, about the stranger I’d been living with.
Paulina would find ways to use this information to her advantage if she knew.
She already thought she had so much power over me, but she didn’t know the full extent of it.
I sat at my kitchen table, pretending to read a magazine while I watched Lucas prepare his morning coffee.
He moved with precision and methodical steps, just like the business mogul’s son he was.
He caught me staring at him and smiled, completely unaware that I knew who he really was.
I quickly looked down at my magazine, my heart pounding in my chest.
When he sat across from me, I couldn’t help but notice how he held his cup with perfect posture and how his table manners betrayed his wealthy upbringing.
He started telling me about a dream he had, but I was too busy cataloging every gesture and word that might give away his true identity.
When he left for his morning walk, I began writing down everything I had observed in a hidden notebook.
"Why do you keep watching me like that?" Lucas asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"I just can't shake the feeling that there's more to you than meets the eye," I replied, choosing my words carefully.
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What exactly do you think you know about me?"
"I don’t know anything for sure, but I have a feeling that you’re hiding something," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.
He leaned in, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
"Look, Natalia. I know you’re curious about me, but I’m just a regular guy. I don’t have any secrets."
I nodded, trying to believe him.
But deep down, I knew that there was more to Lucas than he was letting on.
I sat at my kitchen table, pretending to read the newspaper while secretly observing Lucas as he prepared his morning coffee.
He moved with practiced precision, measuring out the exact amount of coffee and water with a scientific eye.
The way he poured the steaming hot water into the French press with a steady hand betrayed years of living in luxury.
As he turned to rinse his cup in the sink, I caught sight of a small scar behind his ear.
It was shaped like a crescent moon and looked like it had been there for a long time.
I remembered reading about that scar in the news article about Lucas Grant’s disappearance.
It was one of the distinguishing features mentioned in the article to help identify him.
My heart began to race as I realized that my suspicions were correct.
The man I had been living with for six months was none other than Lucas Grant. He turned back to face me, and our eyes met.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, and I could see the question in his eyes.
I knew that I couldn’t let him know that I had discovered his true identity, so I quickly looked away and pretended to be engrossed in my newspaper again.
Before he could ask me anything, a bright green parrot suddenly flew through my open window and landed on top of my fruit bowl.
The bird sent papers flying everywhere as it flapped its wings wildly, chirping loudly as it eyed us both up and down.
Lucas and I stood frozen in shock as we stared at the sudden intruder in our kitchen.
The parrot squawked, "Secrets always find a way out," before flying back out the window, leaving us both in stunned silence.
I was still standing in my kitchen, surrounded by the scattered papers, when Lucas finally broke the silence.
He stared at the open window where the parrot had vanished, his shoulders slumped and his coffee cup trembling slightly in his hand.
Taking advantage of his unsettled state, I pulled out the newspaper article I had hidden in my apron pocket and placed it face-down on the counter.
"I think there's something you should see," I said, sliding it toward him.
He reached for it hesitantly, but before his fingers could touch the paper, he withdrew his hand and gripped the edge of the counter instead.
"I keep having these... flashes," he admitted, his knuckles whitening as he stared down at the countertop.
"Maybe it's time we both stop pretending," I replied, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve.