Chapter 10 The Locked Room Confession

The word hung in the air like a live grenade.

Mommy.

Zara's breath hitched. For a fraction of a second, the powerful, untouchable CEO vanished, and she was just a terrified mother whose greatest secret had been dragged into the light.

Julian reacted instantly. He stepped squarely in front of Zara, shielding her from Lucian's intense, burning gaze.

"Unlock this door right now, Sterling," Julian demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy register. "Or I will break it down and then press charges for false imprisonment."

Lucian didn't even blink at the threat. He slowly walked around the massive mahogany table, his eyes fixed entirely on Zara, ignoring Julian as if he were nothing more than a piece of furniture.

"Julian Pierce doesn't have a sister," Lucian said softly, his voice echoing in the soundproof room. "Which means he doesn't have a nephew. But what he does have is a very talented driver who picked up three four-year-old children from the private airport two days ago."

Zara's blood turned to ice. The cameras. Liam had wiped the digital footprint, but they hadn't accounted for the physical security footage in the parking garage.

Lucian stopped a few feet away from them. The raw, devastating emotion swimming in his dark eyes was terrifying. It was a chaotic mix of fury, agonizing guilt, and a desperate, starving hunger.

"Four years old, Zara," Lucian whispered, his voice finally cracking. His large hands curled into tight fists at his sides. "The timeline... it matches perfectly. Five years ago. The night I..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. The reality of what he had done was suffocating him. "They are mine. Aren't they?"

"Don't say another word to her," Julian snapped, reaching into his jacket again.

"Julian, stop," Zara said.

Her voice was surprisingly calm. The initial panic had burned away, leaving behind a cold, blinding rage. She stepped around Julian, her black suit making her look like an avenging angel. She walked right up to Lucian, tilting her head up to meet his tortured gaze.

"Yes," Zara said, the single word ringing through the room like a gunshot.

Lucian sucked in a sharp breath. He closed his eyes, his broad shoulders trembling as the truth finally hit him. He was a father. He had three children he had never met. He had missed their first steps, their first words, everything.

"Zara..." Lucian reached a shaking hand out, desperately wanting to touch her, to pull her against his chest.

Zara slapped his hand away with a vicious smack.

"Do not touch me!" she hissed, her eyes blazing with five years of suppressed agony. "You don't get to look at me with those sad, betrayed eyes, Lucian! You lost the right to touch me the night you threw me into the freezing mud!"

Lucian flinched, the words physically wounding him. "I didn't know," he pleaded, his voice thick. "I swear to God, Zara, if I had known you were pregnant"

"If you had known?" Zara laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that made Lucian's stomach twist. "I begged you to listen to me! I was on my knees, Lucian! I was bleeding, and I was terrified, and I tried to tell you, but you told your guards to drag me out like trash!"

She took a step closer, poking a hard finger into his solid chest.

"I slept in a bus station that night. I almost lost them because I was so cold and so hungry. I built my empire with blood and tears so that my children would never, ever have to depend on a man like you."

Lucian looked completely shattered. The arrogant, ruthless billionaire was gone. In his place was a broken man staring at the wreckage of his own life.

"I will give you anything," Lucian whispered, a single tear escaping his dark eyes. "My company. My fortune. My life. Just... please, Zara. Let me see them."

Zara looked at him, her heart completely encased in ice. She reached into her sleek leather folder and pulled out the merger contract. She slammed it onto the table between them.

"You want to see them?" Zara asked coldly. "Sign the contract, Lucian. Hand over your tech division. Give me fifty one percent of Sterling Enterprises. Because if you want to be in their lives, you are going to pay for every single tear I shed five years ago."

Lucian stared at the contract, and then back up at her. He didn't even hesitate.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his solid gold pen, and clicked it open.

"Where do I sign?"