Page 5 of The Billionaire's Secret

She smiles softly. "Yes. Winston."

"You should have come to me," I tell her. "I would have taken care of him."

Her eyes brighten. "Does this mean you have some money for me?"

"No! I just lost my fucking job. How am I supposed to have any money for you to spend on drugs?"

She gives me a disdainful look, before laughing.

"How were you supposed to take care of Winston if you can barely pay your bills?"

She's right, but I ignore her. I would have found a way.

"Where is he?" I ask in a demanding tone.

She shrugs, walking away from me.

"Hannah, tell me where he is!" I shout at her, watching her walk away.

"With Kevin Harrington," she replies, laughing.

Realization hits me, as her words think in. The man from earlier. I couldn't recognize him, but I know who he is.

The Harringtons have a condo close by. I've seen the paparazzi at the building's door a couple of times.

I walk by that place every day when I walk to work.

I need to find Kevin Harrington. I need to find Winston.

Chapter 2

Kevin

It's been two weeks since that woman left Winston with me. I still can't believe this is happening.

How could that woman just leave her baby with someone she doesn't know and walk away?

The police wanted to take Winston to the child services and from there he would be in foster care. I couldn’t let that happened, and used my influences to be the one staying with Winston until the police finds his mom.

"Here you go," Eliza, my brother's fiancée, says as she finishes dressing Winston.

"Thanks," I reply, holdings him in my arms.

He only calms down when he's being held, and I got used to having him in my arms.

I want to protect him from this crazy world, where he can't even trust his mom to take care of him.

"So, what did the police say?" Eliza asks, sitting on the couch next to my brother, Trent.

I watch while her hands rest on his knee, a small part of my wishing for that kind of intimacy they have.

"They say they've checked the restaurant cameras, but the woman never got into the building. She left without me noticing, so there's no clear image of her yet," I sigh, looking down at the peaceful baby in my arms. "They're trying to find her, though."

"Without a clear image of her, it won't be easy," Trent says, wording my thoughts.

I sit next to them.

"I just don't get how could she just do something like that."

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