The Billionaire's Secret ✓

(28)- Exposed

"You lying bitch!" I yelled and she didn't even flinch.

"Why would I lie James?" she snorted.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I shot. She clearly wants to use Josh as leverage to get back with me, so that she can gold dig me and my family.

"You think I want to get back with you? You are delusional. I need my son back and I'll move legally, whether you like it not."

"You are lying."

"Look, I'm not the villain of this story... It's your mother. Ask her, maybe she will have some explaining on why Josh is still not your legal brother...which gives me a chance to get my son back."

"Why are you doing this!!" I screamed.

"Revenge, James. McQueen's ruined my life and I don't want my child to grow up with such creeps. Your mom tore me apart..." she screamed on top of her voice, silencing me.

"When she realized that I was pregnant with your child, she made me an incubator for her grandson, telling me that it's best for the child and me. She took me away from you. After my pregnancy, my family hated me. I was broke - a college drop out with an infant; clearly incapable of bringing up a child on my own.

Your mother took advantage of that and made me give up on my son, thinking that it was the best choice that I could make. I spent years in depression and rehabilitation centers.

Now, I'm capable of bringing down the majestic MCQUEEN'S and I'll destroy your family and pride... You don't worry, I'm not interested in men anymore." with that, she rushed out of the closet before I could ask any more.

I don't want to believe a single word from her and I'll not until my mother says it herself.

I called mom a hundred times and all the calls go to voice mails. I need to know. I want someone to tell me that Amara is lying. I want someone to tell me that Josh is not my son.

I was already in the land of LA, Storming into her office.

"Mom?" my voice cracked when I'm met with a bald head, tired, sick faced mom. But my rage and anxiety didn't even care for it.

"James!" she squealed, definitely not with excitement.

"Mom, I'm just going to ask you a question," I said and she stared at me confusedly. "Josh is my son?" I shot and I watched her eyes widen in horror.

"Um, son I can exp-"

"Mom, I'm asking you something. Is he my son?"

"You flew all across New York to ask this?" she snorted nervously.

"Yes, mom. Now answer me....please tell me, he is not." my voice weakened at the end.

"Yes." she inhales sharply. "He is your son but I did this for everyone's benefits. I was going to open this subject to you but that's when Emily... Came- and - you know she looks exactly like her and I-"

"Don't you dare blame all of this either on Emily or on Amara? It's all your fault... You did this. You tore apart a child from a mother... All these years, you did the same to me."

"Son, you weren't ready. You were a mess after her."

"The mess caused by YOU. All these years, I thought it was Amara who destroyed me and made me this demon and scumbag...but no, it's not her. She is right, she is not the villain of this story. It's you, my own mother." I chuckled sarcastically.

"But listen, Amara was going to abort the child anyways... I helped her and you," she yelled frantically.

"You think, you helped us out?" I snorted. "Congrats on that. You did the right thing... What was right for you." I spat.