“It helps me think.”
His eyes moved toward the sketchpad.
On the page was a drawing of him.
Not the billionaire version.
Not the cold businessman the world feared.
But the exhausted man standing alone by windows staring at city lights.
James looked disturbed by it.
“You see too much,” he muttered.
Anna gave a small sad smile.
“People ignored me for years. Invisible people learn to notice everything.”
Something about those words hit him hard.
He stepped closer slowly.
Then his phone rang.
The atmosphere shattered instantly.
James answered.
His face darkened within seconds.
“What do you mean she’s gone?”
Anna’s stomach tightened.
James listened silently.
Then:
“Lock down the estate.”
The line disconnected.
Anna stood up nervously.
“What happened?”
James looked directly at her.
“My ex-wife broke into my medical files.”
Cold fear flooded the room.
“She knows about the twins.”
Anna’s breath caught.
“And if Isabella leaks this publicly…” James said quietly,
“…my entire board will go to war over my inheritance.”
—
The next morning, chaos exploded online.
HEADLINES:
BILLIONAIRE SECRETLY IMPREGNATES HOMELESS WOMAN.
OKOCHA HEIR SCANDAL.
WHO IS THE STREET GIRL CARRYING THE TWINS?
Reporters surrounded the estate gates.
Helicopters circled overhead.
Anna sat in shock staring at the television while servants whispered behind walls.
Then came the worst part.
A live interview.
Isabella.
James’s ex-wife sat elegantly before cameras with tears in her eyes.
“He’s unstable,” she claimed softly.
“James becomes obsessed with legacy. That poor girl is being manipulated.”
Anna’s hands shook violently.
But then Isabella smiled slightly.
And delivered the sentence that changed everything:
“Besides… James should probably confirm those babies are actually his.”
Silence hit the room.
Anna went pale.
James slowly turned off the television.
Neither of them spoke.
Because they both understood what was coming next.
DNA testing.
