The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 140

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When she dropped to her knees in front of Bryce, I’d seen enough. I carefully backed away, making sure the recording was saved and secured before sprinting toward the main building.

“What are best friends for?” I grinned. “Besides hiding in bushes to spy on cheating socialites?”

“Business?” Bryce’s voice rose again. “Getting pregnant with my child while engaged to another man is just business?”

“We can still be together,” she purred. “Nothing has to change. Liam is always working. He’ll never suspect a thing.”

“Mr. Sterling, your 2:00 is here.”

I bit my lip to keep from making a noise. This was better than any corporate espionage I’d ever uncovered.

A shadow crossed Liam’s face. “After this is over. She’s been avoiding me, and something’s wrong. She won’t tell me what.”

“Lower your voice!” Isabella whispered frantically. “Someone might hear you!”

“Send them in,” Liam replied, straightening his tie. “Damian, get that video somewhere safe. Owen, prepare the legal team. We’ll need them when everything hits the fan.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Bryce continued. “We’ve been sleeping together for three months. That baby is mine, and you know it.”

Isabella Clairemont.

“I already knew that,” Liam said, still grinning. “But this–this is the nail in her coffin.”

Owen glanced between us curiously but knew better than to ask. The intercom buzzed, and his assistant’s voice came through.

“Damian?” Liam frowned. “I thought you had lunch with Reynolds.”

Bryce Hill? The investment banker? My curiosity piqued, I stepped behind a large ornamental bush. Call it intuition or just plain nosiness, but something told me this

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conversation needed to be documented. I pulled out my phone and hit record.

“The paternity test results should be ready soon, right?” Owen asked.

To my horror, she pressed herself against him, her hands moving places that made me want to look away–but I couldn’t stop recording. This was exactly what Liam needed. Liam’s smile faltered slightly. “There’s been a complication. Dr. Evans had to go out of town unexpectedly–some family emergency. The results are delayed until he returns.

I checked my watch and swore under my breath. My lunch meeting with the Reynolds Group had been canceled at the last minute, leaving me with a rare empty slot in my club afternoon schedule. Rather than heading back to the office, I decided to visit my for a much–needed massage.

“This is perfect,” he said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “Absolutely perfect.” “And what about us?” Bryce demanded. “What about our baby?”

“You don’t know that for sure,” she countered, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Trust me,” I grinned, waving my phone. “This is anything but mundane.”

“I just caught your lovely fiancée with her pants down–figuratively and literally–with Bryce Hill at the club,” I announced triumphantly.

“Canceled,” I said breathlessly, locking the door behind me. “But you will not believe what I just witnessed.”

I nearly dropped my phone. Holy shit./

“It’s complicated,” Isabella said, her voice softening to that manipulative tone I knew too well. “I need to marry Liam. His family name, the merger–it’s all arranged.”

Liam’s eyes darkened with determination. “Monday. Monday everything changes.” When the video ended, I expected rage, perhaps a desk being overturned. Instead, Liam threw his head back and laughed–a full, genuine laugh I hadn’t heard in months.

As we stood to leave, Liam caught my arm. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “You’ve given me exactly what I needed.”

The Sterling Club was practically my second home–exclusive, discreet, and offering the perfect escape from corporate chaos. As I walked through the lush gardens toward

the

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spa building, voices drifted from behind the manicured hedges. Normally, I’d keep walking, but one voice stopped me in my tracks.

“She should be,” Owen remarked. “The merger depends on this marriage, and if her father finds out about this affair…”

Damian’s POV

I leaned forward. “And what about Hazel? When are you telling her the truth?”

I felt sick. Liam had told me he suspected Isabella was unfaithful, but hearing her cold calculation was something else entirely.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Isabella sighed. “You know how much I care about you. This is just business.”

“You can’t do this to me, Bryce!” Isabella hissed. “The wedding is in three weeks!”

“You knew?” I asked, surprised.

“Don’t lie to me,” Bryce growled. “You told me yourself that you and Liam haven’t been intimate in months.”

Inodded, understanding the weight of his words. Monday would bring the test results. Monday would bring Isabella’s downfall. And Monday–though Liam didn’t know it yet -might finally clear the path for him to face the truth about Hazel and what they’d created together that night three years ago.

Owen raised an eyebrow. “Is this another of your dramatic entrances that ends with a mundane story?”

Liam’s eyes widened. “You have proof?”

Owen was chuckling too. “Well, that’s one mystery solved. The baby isn’t yours.”

“Don’t,” Liam cut me off sharply. “I can’t think about that possibility until Isabella is out of the picture. One crisis at a time.”

“And you expect me to be your side piece while Sterling raises my child?” Bryce asked incredulously.

“Dammit,” I muttered. “So we just sit on this bombshell?”

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