Ch. Billionaire Heirs Unleashed 33 Our Daddy, Our Rules Billionaire Heirs Unleashed 33

Chapter 33: Cutting Ties 

The sound of Irene’s heels clicking against the floor echoed through the entrance hall of her new villa. She’d barely taken two steps inside when Alex appeared, his small face brightening at the sight of her. Without hesitation, he grabbed her house slippers and hurried over. 

“Mom!” He knelt down to help her out of her shoes, his movements carrying that oddly mature precision that sometimes made her heart ache. “How was lunch with Uncle? Did he give you trouble?” 

Irene’s lips curved into a slight smile as she watched her eldest fuss over her. Even at five, he was already such a little protector. “No one can give your mom trouble,” she assured Rim, but something in er voice made Alex’s eyes narrow. “Though… he’s not your uncle. Don’t call him that anymore, okay?” 

Alex’s tiny hands paused in the middle of arranging her slippers. He might be young, but he wasn’t stupid – he could read between the lines of what his mother wasn’t saying. Someone had hurt her today. His small face hardened with a determination that looked absurdly out of place on his cherubic features. 

Without a word, he reached up and took her hand in his. His grip was warm and sure, those little fingers wrapping around hers with complete trust. “It’s okay, Mom,” he said with all the wisdom of his five years. “We have Great–grandfather, and that’s enough! You should bring him to live with us soon. We can be a real family together, just us we don’t need anyone else.” 

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Well, he amended silently, except maybe Mr. Haven. He’d make a perfect addition to our family. 

Irene felt something in her chest loosen at her son’s words. Trust her brilliant boy to know exactly what she needed to hear. “You’re right, sweetheart.” She squeezed his hand gently. “Have you three eaten? Where are your brother and sister?” 

“They’re inside,” Alex replied simply. 

Meanwhile, at Sterling Manor, the atmosphere crackled with tension as Joseph stormed through the front door, his face dark with fury. John and Rose hurried to greet him, their voices carefully modulated to hide their anxiety. 

“Dad, you’re back-” 

Joseph cut them off with a disgusted snort; heading straight for the stairs without acknowledging their presence. The slam of his bedroom door echoed through the mansion like a gunshot. 

Nathan strode in after him, looking like a GQ model having a really bad day. His usually perfect hair was slightly messed up – which for Nathan was basically the equivalent of someone else having a complete meltdown. One look at his face and his parents knew things hadn’t gone according to plan. 

“Let me guess she won’t give up?” John’s voice dripped with disbelief and barely contained anger. 

Nathan ran his fingers through his perfect hair with a frustrated sigh. Coming from Mr. Always–In–Control, that tiny gesture was basically a full–blown meltdown. “Of course she won’t,” he snapped, his CEO mask slipping for a moment. “We’re talking about a massive stake in Sterling Group. Nobody just walks away from that kind of money.” His perfect lips twisted into something ugly. “And after the mess at lunch? Grandfather’s definitely going to take her side even more now,” 

The tension in the room got so thick you could practically slice it with one of their fancy butter knives. Even the expensive paintings on the walls looked like they were judging them all. 

Rose finally lost it. Her perfect rich–lady act cracked like she’d just found out her favorite Birkin was a fake. Her hands shook as she pressed perfectly manicured fingers to her temples. “I just don’t get it!” she practically wailed. “What kind of spell has that girl cast on your father?” 

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Chapter 33: Cutting Ties 

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Her voice went up another octave, making everyone wince. Three sons three! And he completely ignores all of you in favor of some… some girl who grew up flipping burgers!” She was working herself into a proper meltdown now, her designer blouse actually trembling with indignation. “God, you should have seen her face when he offered those shares. So smug, just like those common workers she grew up with. No class, absolutely no class at all!* 

The irony of her complaining about class while having what basically amounted to a toddler tantrum seemed lost on everyone in the room. 

Her knees seemed to give out as she collapsed onto the nearest sofa, one hand pressed dramatically to her chest. Anna immediately rushed to her side, the picture of filial concern as she supported her adoptive mother. 

“Mom, please don’t upset yourself,” she soothed, her voice dripping with honey–sweet concern. “Your health is more important than this. It’s not worth getting sick over.” 

“Brother,” Anna turned to Nathan, putting on her best Disney princess face – all big eyes and trembling lips. She could probably teach a masterclass in emotional manipulation. “Please don’t be angry, she practically cooed, “I mean, Irene grew up working in fast food – of course she’d jump at any chance for a better life. Who could blame her, really?” 

She paused for dramatic effect, her voice going soft and sad. “If we hadn’t been switched at birth, none of this would have happened.” Translation: ‘Look how understanding and forgiving I am while subtly reminding everyone that I’m the victim here. 

The performance was Oscar–worthy, really. Too bad nobody seemed to notice how her eyes stayed cold and calculating even while her voice dripped sympathy like honey. 

Rose clutched Anna’s hand like a lifeline, her voice thick with emotion. “How could anyone blame you, darling? If only you were really mine…” She pulled Anna close, putting on a masterful performance of maternal devotion. 

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John watched this display with grim satisfaction before turning back to Nathan. “We all know what kind of person Irene is. She only cares about money, not family. Those shares cannot – will not go to an outsider. They belong to Sterling blood.” His voice hardened. “If necessary, offer her money instead. And if Father tries to get lawyers involved, stop him at all costs!” 

Nathan nodded slowly. “That’s our only option now.” 

He looked toward Anna, his tone shifting. “You and Richard have settled the engagement, right? When’s the wedding? Have you discussed the details? What’s the Vein family’s position?” 

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