The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 152

152 The Future Mrs. Sterling

The room went silent. I felt Liam tense beside me, his jaw clenched tight.

“How dare you-” Victoria began, but I cut her off.

I struggled to sit up, Liam’s strong hands helping me. The room spun slightly, but my mind was clearing rapidly.

He looked surprised. “How?”

Liam nodded curtly. “Your daughter’s actions are her own, Richard. Our business arrangements remain intact.”

“Really?” I arched an eyebrow. “Because the hotel staff remembers you being escorted out the next morning. From the living room of the suite.”

“Mr. Sterling,” Mr. Hayes continued, turning to Liam, “I hope this unfortunate incident won’t affect our companies‘ relationship.”

“The future Mrs. Sterling deserves better than this circus,” I added, looking Victoria directly in the eyes.

“Victoria was just leaving,” Liam said, his voice cold.

“I meant what I said to Victoria. I already knew about New York,” I said quietly.

Victoria’s perfectly painted lips twisted into a sneer “o this is your pregnant secretary? The one who trapped you with a baby?”

“Call her that again,” Chloe snarled, advancing like a lioness. “I dare you.”

Chloe’s phone chimed with a text. “That’s my mom. She’s wondering if she should bring Leo over now that the drama is done.”

“Stop embarrassing yourself,” I said softly. “Everyone here knows the truth. You’re pathetic, Victoria. And I feel sorry for you.”

“Victoria!” he barked. “That’s enough!”

Liam led me back to the couch, his arm around my waist. “You were magnificent,” he murmured.

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Victoria’s face flushed with humiliation. “He’s lying to you-‘

I woke to the sound of angry voices, my head fuzzy from the sedative Dr. Evans had given me. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then I recognized Liam’s living room and the soft couch beneath me.

“I’ll tell her,” Chloe said, texting back.

Victoria’s eyes darted to Liam. “That’s not what happened!”

I blinked, trying to clear my vision. Victoria Hayes stood in the center of the room, looking like a deranged version of her usual polished self. Her perfect blond hair was disheveled, and her eyes were wild with fury.

“I can and I will.” Mr. Hayes’s voice left no room for argument. “Unless you’d prefer I cut you off completely? No more trust fund, no more credit cards, no more company position.”

“You done?” I asked calmly.

“You gold–digging whore!” a woman shouted.

“I asked if you’re done with your little tantrum,” I repeated. I felt different, stronger. The woman who had once cowered before Claude’s betrayal was gone.

“Daddy, they’re lying about me!” Victoria cried, pointing at me. “She hit me!”

I rose from the couch, steadier than I expected. The room fell silent as I walked toward

Victoria. She stepped back, clearly intimidated despite her bravado,

“Hard to sleep through that banshee,” I replied, nodding toward Victoria.

“No, how dare you come into this house and think you can intimidate me.” My voice

was steady, powerful. “I already knew about New York, Victoria.”

“Someone had to look out for you two idiots,” he said affectionately.

A commotion at the door drew our attention. An older man with silver hair and Victoria’s features stepped into the room, flanked by two security guards. Mr. Hayes, Victoria’s father and a business associate of the Sterling Group.

“Yes,” Liam and I said in unison, then smiled at each other.

All eyes turned to me. Liam rushed to my side, his hand gentle on my shoulder.

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“Damian told me,” I admitted. “The day after you told me about Leo, when you were in the shower. He wanted me to know the truth before someone like Victoria could use it against us.”

Victoria’s head snapped up at my words, her tear–streaked face contorting with rage.

“You-”

“You can’t do that!” Victoria shrieked.

Shock registered on her face. “You–what?”

I smiled, resting one hand on my stomach. “Thank you, Mr. Hayes.”

“Not until I’ve said my piece,” Victoria snapped. She turned her venom–filled gaze on me. “You think you’re special? You think he loves you?”

“You crazy bitch!” Victoria shrieked, stumbling backward.

“Maybe we should do a DNA test,” I suggested suddenly. “Just to be sure.”

“We don’t need one,” Liam said firmly. “Leo is my son. I knew it the moment I saw him. Those eyes don’t lie.”

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