The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Grayson

POV

"Sir I didn't think that you were going to make it in today," Timothy said as I entered the office, "Weren't you seeing your grandfather in the hospital?"

"I have, but I thought I would take some work home with me" I commented casually, looking for the papers I had left on my desk, and eyeing Timothy "have you seen those papers that I had on the desk?"

"Here" he grabbed them off the desk he was at and passed them to me. "But wouldn't you rather just wait until tomorrow to get back into the thick of things?"

"It's just some basic corrections that need doing" I murmured and then looked at him sharply "has Rachel moved in with you yet?"

He blushed "Actually, we've talked about it and Rachel is open to it but she has some reservations about it that we're talking through" he admitted, running a hand through his hair "But it will all be worth the stress in the end" he muttered underneath his breath. "Are you both going to the Grant's party? You were invited" I said, grabbing the key to the filing cabinet and rifling through it.

"Rachel wouldn't miss it. She wants to see the look on Charlotte Deluca's face when Flair is introduced" Timothy said with a sigh "I've never seen a woman so vindictive before. When it comes to Charlotte, Rachel's claws come out and she's like a different person." I grabbed the files I needed and carefully placed them in the briefcase I had brought with me. "Is there anything I need to know? Any clients that are being difficult?"

He shook his head "Not that I'm aware" he said "there is this one that keeps calling though, a Mr Ronaldo. You handled his divorce?"

I paused "Ronaldo, Ronaldo" I murmured, "Why is that name familiar?"

I had to wrack my brains. "Timothy I handled that divorce," I said sharply "but I did it on behalf of Mrs Ronaldo, not the husband. Why was he calling?"

Timothy shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that he insisted on speaking to you and refused to speak to anyone else. The receptionist said that he was becoming quite belligerent and angry on the phone. I didn't want to inform you sir because security and reception were handling him and I couldn't find the case that was pertaining to him."

"You wouldn't" I murmured "The divorce was handled almost two years ago now. It was a rather ugly divorce. Went through the courts and everything. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo b ni b.com .He was an abusive partner, there were multiple hospital reports of Mrs Ronaldo's injuries. The bastard used to beat her into submission. I did her case pro bono" I said remembering "because I wanted to get her out of the marriage and somewhere safe that she could start anew." "If it happened two years ago, then why is he calling you now?"

I exhaled "I don't know. The divorce was final, all their assets were split and Mrs Ronaldo went to live in another state away from her husband. All communication was through me so he couldn't find her new location. Something has to be wrong if he's only just ringing me now."

"Do you think he's found his ex-wife?" Timothy asked concerned "Maybe I should have insisted on taking the call. If she's in danger..."

I shook my head "We covered her tracks too well for her to be found. It could be that he's trying to find her again and thinks threatening me will intimidate me into giving up her location."

"This is really the last thing you need, isn't it," Timothy said, "should I inform the police about the phone calls?"

"No, if he calls again..." I began and then the phone in the office began to call.

"That's probably him," Timothy said resigned, and went to pick up the receiver, as my hand shot out and stopped him.

"Stop, if it's me he wants to talk to, then I'll take it" I hissed, vehemently aware of Flair still waiting for me in the parking lot.

Timothy opened his mouth to protest and then shut his mouth as I grabbed the phone and held it to my ear. "Hello," I growled, not in the mood for pleasantries.

I just wanted to get back downstairs and to my wife. There was something I badly needed to say to her and I couldn't rest easy until I had said it.

"Mr Oakes" the voice was familiar and still had the ability to make my skin crawl.

Even after two years, there was no way I would not fail to recognize it. My hand tightened on the receiver. It was Mr Ronaldo, there was no doubt about it.

"Mr Ronaldo, I wish I could say it was a pleasure to hear from you but we both know that would be a lie" I grunted out. "As arrogant as always, aren't you Mr Oakes" his voice was silky smooth.

"What do you want you bastard?" I said bluntly "Just spit it out so I can tell you to go to hell and to stop bothering my staff."

He chuckled. "Such a way with words Grayson. Always so arrogant and so brash. That will cost you" he warned.

I laughed "Are you threatening me, Mr Ronaldo? May I remind you that you have no hope in hell of ever getting your hands on me? Let alone your ex-wife. I'm going to take a wild guess that's what you're really after, isn't it?"

Silence. Timothy looked worriedly at me. I exhaled. Mr Ronaldo let out a guffaw. "I guess I can't fool you, can I Grayson? You think that you're so safe, so untouchable" he said lightly "but I want to give you the chance to make everything right. Where is my wife?" "Ex-wife and hell would freeze over before I would ever indulge that to you" I shot out.

He sighed "We could have just done this the easy way. But you had to insist on being so rude."

"If that's all you've called for then go to hell," I said between gritted teeth and was about to hang up when he spoke, sounding like he was full of glee.

"Where is your wife Grayson?"

I paused. My hand shook slightly as he continued "Your beautiful wife Flair? Such lovely hair she has and bright eyes. I can see why you are so attracted to her. She gives off an innocent vibe. She reminds me a little bit of my precious Sarah" he commented as I stiffened "before you took her away from me."

"I didn't take her from you," I said evenly as I motioned to Timothy "Why now? Why are you suddenly wanting to know where your wife is?"

"Oh I want my wife" he chuckled as my blood ran cold "but I want something even more. Tell me, Grayson," he said in a dangerous tone that had my head pounding and my stomach churning "Did you know that my wife was pregnant with our child when you hid her? It's fascinating what you can find out with the help of money and what people are willing to sell you, in order to pay off their debts" he said quietly as I stilled "And I want my child, very much so" he added "and I imagine that you're going to want your wife back as well."

f**k. "You know what, why don't I give it a few minutes to sink in" he continued "Go check on your wife" he chuckled as I began to drop the receiver "I'll call you later."

I ran. I ran as though my life depended on it. Flair should have been safe, in the parking lot, in the middle of the day. There was security, my driver had been there. But they had planned for this. As Timothy followed me, hot on my heels, we passed the security booth, the man dead on the ground. Timothy passed to check his pulse while I continued to thunder down towards where the limousine was meant to be.

The driver was there. On the ground. A bullet hole right in his heart. They had shot him at close range. He didn't stand a chance. He lay motionless, staring blankly up at the sky. The limousine itself was gone. No doubt the driver had tried to defend Flair before she had been taken. I roared as Timothy came up behind me, panting, his hand on his cell phone, ready to dial.

"He has her" I growled, as I leaned over the driver and confined he was dead, the stench of his metallic blood in the air.

I smashed my fist into the ground. "f**k" I yelled, as Timothy tried to pull me up "son of a b***h. I'm going to f*****g kill you" I roared as Timothy began to drag me back, kicking and flailing.

"Sir, get a grip" Timothy wheezed "If you lose control then it's not going to do your wife any good."

He was pleading with me. By now a crowd had gathered in the parking lot, my roar causing curious looks that were quickly replaced with looks of shock and horror.

"Sir we need to..." he began, as more security began to pile out of the building.

I held up a hand "Timothy we need to do nothing except make a phone call. Flair's safety is our priority."

Timothy looked astounded "You're not going to give that man what he wants, are you? I know that you love Flair but Grayson..."

I glowered at him "No, I'm not going to give him what he wants" I bit out "I'm calling reinforcements Timothy. Get the security tapes now" I ordered, breathing heavily "and keep the press from getting anywhere near me" I growled, "whatever you do, do not let anyone past security. This phone call is going to be difficult enough" I added, my hand shaking as I slid the cell phone out of my pocket and began to dial.

Lord forgive me, but I would do anything, anything in my power to save my wife and bring down my wrath on those that had laid so much as a finger on her. My rage began to increase as the phone began to ring on the other side. I knew we didn't have much time and I prayed that Flair could hold on until I was able to reach her.