Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

A hush fell over the ballroom. Even Millie, who was about to lash out at Sebastian, kept quiet after seeing the thunderous look on the latter’s face.

“So that’s why she didn’t want to attend the ball with me?” he muttered. The rising anger was like a blazing inferno that threatened to boil him from the inside out.

Karl silently agreed, but he did not dare to say that out loud. Instead, he gestured at Sebastian’s hand, from which a piece of broken glass shard was protruding. “Mr. Hayes, are you all right…? You’re bleeding.”

His words fell on deaf ears as Sebastian stood. “Excuse me,” he addressed the crowd, “I have some matters to attend. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

The rest watched him leave in stunned silence. None dared to question his abrupt departure, but the murderous look on his face had everyone speculating about what had happened.

Eager to write off the episode, Millie quickly found someone else as her beau for the night.

Meanwhile, Sasha and Solomon were sitting face to face at a cafe.

She had assumed it would take another two hours before Sebastian returned from the ball. By her calculations, there would be plenty of time for her to meet with Solomon and head back to the hotel with her roommate none the wiser.

Expressionless, she demanded, “Go on, what evidence do you have to prove that you are Yancy’s son?”

the best friend of Sasha’s

Heather, Sharon, Matilda, and Yancy were the most well-known socialites

a long line of doctors and scholars respectively, Heather and Sharon were renowned

lacking in the looks and talents department, Matilda was one of the wealthiest socialites in the city, thanks to

the real estate business. With

Yancy staunchly opposed to such an arrangement. After several fights with her parents, she left home for several months, only to return with a bun in her oven. To say that the rest of her family was

and rumors about the baby’s father circulated wildly within the city

finally managed to see her best friend after the latter was disowned by her family and evicted from the

regret becoming pregnant, but she had refused to divulge the identity of the baby’s father. Not knowing how else to help, Heather had provided her friend with a

someone showed up at her doorstep with an eight-year-old boy. The person told Heather that Yancy had died, leaving behind her son who was

to be with the man she loved, especially when she had said, in a firm tone, that she did not regret

Sasha’s mother never found out what had happened all those years ago and

me. Why would she hide this from me if it’s really you?” Frustrated at the situation, Sasha asked

told her not to say anything. When I was sent