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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
I finally knew the name of the man I’d been harboring in my home for the past six months.
It was a slipup on his part that gave it away, but it was also a gift to me.
My plan hinged on knowing his identity, and now I did.
He didn’t say it outright, but I heard him whisper it in his sleep.
That was all I needed.
Once I was out of his line of sight, I started my digging.
The first order of business was to hack into his laptop.
Luckily, he hadn’t set up fingerprints, so all I had to do was break his password.
It didn’t take long, and soon I had access to his emails.
One from a real-estate agent gave me another piece of the puzzle.
He was signed up to lease my home under a different name—Michael Moriarty.
That wasn’t the name that sent chills down my spine, though; it was the company he worked for that did.
SG Holdings was imprinted on the bottom of the email along with their address and other information.
SG stood for Samuel Grant.
It took about ten seconds after opening his email for me to know who my mysterious guest really was.
I paced outside his bedroom door, rehearsing how I was going to handle this situation.
I’d never been one to overthink things, but now that I had the information, I knew I had to approach him carefully.
My hand shook as I clutched the printed emails.
I’d been in situations with him where I was vulnerable and he held the power.
Never again.
The hallway felt longer than it had before.
Each step brought me closer to the inevitable confrontation that I couldn’t avoid any longer.
I stopped outside his door and took a deep breath.
He’d said he was going back to sleep after breakfast, and the house had been silent since then.
Through the gap at the bottom of the door, I could see his shadow moving around the room.
He wasn’t sleeping anymore, so now was my chance to face him.
I knocked twice and opened the door before he could answer.
He sat at the desk, laptop open in front of him with papers spread out around him.
His eyes met mine in the mirror above his desk as he turned around slowly. "Michael Moriarty," I said, watching his shoulders tense through his reflection.
"Or should I say Lucas Grant?"
I tossed the emails on his desk and walked further into his room, circling behind him.
His fingers picked up the emails slowly as he read each page through.
I leaned against the wall, watching his face drain of color.
His hands shook as he set the papers down with deliberate care.
"How much do you want?" he asked quietly, still not meeting my eyes in the mirror.
I walked to his side and opened the banking portal on his laptop.
I typed in the amount I’d calculated earlier.
It was enough to be noticed but not so much that it would trigger an immediate freeze of his accounts.
He didn’t fight me when I pushed the laptop toward him, and his fingers hovered over the keyboard.
"The account number is 4321-1234-5678-9002."
He typed in the numbers, and with a resigned click, sealed his own fate.