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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…
The man has been living in my house for six months, but I still don’t know his name.
I know he’s tall, dark, and handsome — all the clichés.
He has dark hair, blue eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a body that could only be the product of a fierce regimen of workouts and healthy eating.
He’s charming, too, though I’ve seen glimpses of his temper.
He’s smart… but he doesn’t remember anything.
Not his past, not his family, not his life before his accident.
He doesn’t remember how he got here or why.
All he knows is that he’s injured and that he needs my help to recover.
Or at least, that’s what he told me.
I believe him — now — but at first, I didn’t.
I didn’t want to get involved.
My life is complicated enough without harboring a mystery man.
But the way he looked at me…
The way he begged for my help…
I couldn’t resist.
I’ve been sorting through old newspapers in my study, searching for any mention of the man who’s been living in my house.
He’s been here for six months now, and I still don’t know his name.
The door opens behind me, and I turn to see him standing in the doorway.
He’s holding a newspaper in his hand, and he looks hard — his face is set in a grim expression, his eyes are cold.
My heart races as I take in the headline.
"Grant Heir Still Missing."
It’s an article from last week, but I didn’t see it then.
I was too busy to read the news.
My hands shake as I reach for the paper, but he tosses it onto my desk instead.
It lands with a thud, blocking my path to the door.
"So you don’t know my name, huh?" he says.
His voice is quiet — too quiet — and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I grip the arms of my chair tightly, calculating how quickly I can get to the door if I need to.
He takes a step closer to me, towering over me even though I’m sitting down.
My phone buzzes on my desk, and I glance down at it reflexively.
Paulina, probably.
She’s been texting me all morning to confirm our lunch plans.
I don’t move to answer it, though.
I’m frozen in my chair.
The man takes another step closer, and his shadow falls across the newspaper in front of me.
"I saw how you looked at that article," he says.
His voice is tight with accusation.
"You knew who I was this whole time, didn’t you?"
Before I can answer, his expression softens.
He pulls back, running a hand through his dark hair.
"I’m Toni," he says quietly.
"And I won’t hurt you. You’ve been kind to me these past months."
"But why didn't you tell me sooner?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He sighs, looking down at the floor.
"Because I wasn't sure if I wanted to remember who I was."
