Chapter 11 -Hunter's Pov- I watch the ridiculous scene unfolding in front of me , arms crossed , patience wearing thin . The kid - Caesar - is sprawled out on the floor like a protestor staging a hunger strike . Celine kneels beside him , her hands shaky as she tries to lift him . He kicks , wriggles free , flops flat on his back again . I sigh . Loudly . " Caesar , get up . " My voice is sharp , edged with the frustration I don't have time for . Nothing . No movement . Just two big blue eyes glaring up at me . Familiar blue eyes . 38 Celine is still fumbling , still failing . I don't know why I hired her . I don't know why I hired any of them . This whole house is a circus , and I seem to be the only one who didn't get the memo . Mrs. Bartley , the head maid , marches over like she's about to solve the problem of the century . " I'm sorry , sir . This won't happen again , " she says , throwing Celine a look that's sharp enough to cut . I scoff . " This is what I get for hiring her ? " Celine's head snaps up . And then , suddenly , she's on her knees in front of me . " I'm sorry , Mr. Hunter , " she whispers . Her voice is small . Fragile . There's something about it that makes my chest feel too tight like my ribs are pressing in on something they shouldn't . And then- " Food ! I want food! " The demand pierces the room , loud , unexpected . I blink . Celine pales . Mrs. Bartley gasps . This kid . I drag a hand down my face and exhale through my teeth . " Mrs. Bartley , have the chef prepare breakfast . " She hesitates , surprised . So is Celine . So am I. Caesar , though ? He just stares at me like I'm the one being ridiculous . " Get up , " I tell him , arms still crossed . " If you want breakfast , stand up ." There's a pause . A tiny flicker of hesitation . Then , finally , he pushes himself up . I study him . That defiant glare . That stubborn set of his jaw . That weird , nagging sense of déjà vu . I shove the thought away and leave the room . Breakfast is a disaster . 1/3 9:08 pm GGGG . Chapter 11 Caesar refuses to sit anywhere except next to me . He pulls on my sleeve and yanks on my chair . " Sit here ! " Celine tries to pry him away , but he clings to the chair like I'm the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth . I don't do kids . I don't do clingy . But I sit . I don't know why . Maybe because I'm too tired to argue . He eats. He stares . I ignore him . But something about the way he looks at me makes my stomach twist . Later that night , I was in my study . I don't know why I open the photo album . I just do . I flip through the pages . Pictures of a past I don't think about . Pictures of a boy I don't remember being . Then- I freeze . Blonde hair . Blue eyes . The same stubborn expression . A boy who looks exactly like Caesar . I flip the picture over . The words on the back hit me like a freight train . " My Hunter , three years old . " I grip the photo . My hands feel numb . What the hell does this mean ? -CELINE'S POV- r of Hunter's study , hands shaking , heart racing . disaster . clung to him as he belonged there . Like he belonged to * him . * And Hunter ... he let him . He didn't push him at alone is enough to make my stomach twist . What if he starts asking questions ? What if he starts putting things together ? I risk a glance at him . He's staring at something - a photo . His fingers move over it , slow , deliberate . His face is unreadable , but I know what unreadable means when it comes to him . It means something is shifting . Clicking . Realigning in a way that could shatter everything . Then , his jaw tightens . His fingers curl around the edges of the photo . And then- He drops it . Roughly . Like the weight of it is too much . A chill spreads through me , slow and suffocating . If he hadn't suspected anything before ... He does now . 2/3 +38 9:08 pm GGGG Chapter 11 And that ? That terrifies me more than anything . 3/3 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!