You had a one-night stand with a billionaire Alexander Bentley and never told him about the child that came from it. For three years, you raised your daughter alone, keeping the secret buried. But now, he knew. And he was standing at your doorstep.

Your heart pounded as you opened the door, meeting his intense gaze. Before you could say a word, a tiny voice interrupted.

“Hey , did you know I’m a really fast swimmer!?” your daughter giggled, looking up at him with bright eyes.

He crouched down to her level, glancing at you briefly before smiling at her. “I know you are,” he said, amused.

She giggled again. “Mommy says I got it from her, but I think I got it from my daddy. Right, Mommy?”

Your breath hitched. He turned his gaze back to you, eyes unreadable. “Is that so?”

You forced a small smile. “Sweetie, why don’t you go play in your room for a bit?”

She pouted but nodded, running off happily. The moment she was out of sight, his expression hardened.

“Three years, and you never told me?” His voice was quiet but sharp.

You swallowed, looking away. “I had my reasons.”

“I had a right to know.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “And what would you have done? Raised her in a penthouse with a nanny while you closed million-dollar deals?”

His jaw clenched. “I would have been there.”

Silence stretched between you. His presence was overwhelming, his emotions barely restrained. Finally, he spoke, softer this time.

“I’m here now.”