The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Interests Can Be Inherited Too

Sean POV

The elevator doors opened, and I guided Aria and Ethan into my penthouse. Watching their small faces as they took in the expansive space filled me with an unfamiliar

nervousness.

I'd closed multibillion-dollar deals with less anxiety than I felt introducing my children to my home.

"Welcome,” I said, ushering them inside. "I hope you like it here."

Aria's eyes widened as she spun around, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows and the impressive city view. Ethan remained close to her, his expression carefully guarded.

Thomas appeared from the kitchen, bowing slightly. "Everything is prepared, Mr. Shaw."

"Thank you, Thomas. That will be all for now."

After he left, I crouched down to the children's level. "I've arranged for a special dinner

tonight," I told them. "But first, I thought we might have some fun."

I led them down the hallway to what had once been a home office. The door slid open to reveal a room transformed-filled wall-to-wall with toys, games, and electronics. I'd instructed my assistant to purchase everything a five-year-old might possibly desire, cost

irrelevant.

Both children froze in the doorway, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and

awe.

"Mr. Night..." Aria whispered, her voice tiny with uncertainty. "Are all these things for Aria

and Ethan?"

"Of course," I replied, resting my hand lightly on her shoulder. "I want to become your father, so I need to do better. This is just the beginning. Go ahead, see if you like

anything."

I gently guided them into the room, then stepped back to observe their reactions. This

was uncharted territory for me-no business strategy or financial model could prepare me for winning over my own children.

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sleeve. "Ethan, can we play

scanning the room cautiously.

touch anything."

not?" Aria's face scrunched in confusion. "Didn't Mr. Night buy them for us?" "He did,” Ethan conceded, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "But Mr. Night isn't our

like a physical blow. For a moment, all my power and control meant nothing in the face of this small boy's hesitation. I maintained my composed exterior, but inside,

brother's caution, broke away and made a beeline for a

intervene, she had already torn open the packaging with childish

watching as her small fingers

this one?" I asked, kneeling beside

dream is to

cool dream," I replied, unable to contain my surprise-and a sudden, overwhelming surge

license, still flying my private jet

coincidence felt like confirmation of our shared blood, a

us despite the years of

Mr. Night, some

I asked, keeping my

If you love it and work hard for

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should be no different." I paused, then added,

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eyes widened. "You can

jets and

together. "Aria

you to the airport sometime. You can sit in

back to the model with renewed enthusiasm, I felt a warmth spreading through my chest. This small connection, so unexpected

a gift.

Ethan, who stood

about you, Ethan?"

He startled slightly. "What?"

sister dreams of becoming a pilot.

the cuff of his custom-tailored shirt-one I'd had

"I

truth, or you

quickly, but

he somehow sensed the truth about Angela

his five years should allow. Winning his trust, I realized, would be