My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 11

Dinner With The Wolves

Katia

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The headlights of the Bentley Mulsanne Grand Limousine cut through the evening like a blade as we rolled into the familiar circular driveway of the Kingston mansion.

Sam sat beside me in the back, calm as ever, table in hand, checking messages that could wait but made her look busy. Aiden sat between us, legs swinging, eyes wide as he stared out the tinted window at the massive house.

“Mom,” he asked quietly, “is this where you grew up?”

“Yes,” I said.

He looked impressed. “It’s big ”

I smiled faintly. “Bigger doesn’t mean better.”

The car came to a smooth stop. Two uniformed security men stepped out from the front seats, one opening my door, the other Sam’s. Aiden hopped down carefully, holding my hand.

The front door had already opened. I knew they’d be watching.

Mom stood there first, stiff, poised, and trying to look composed. Dad behind her. Delia slightly to the side.

They all froze when they saw the car. Then they saw me, and then Aiden.

And I watched the realization spread across their faces like slow poison.

We walked up the steps without rushing. I wore a deep emerald silk gown that hugged my figure perfectly, diamonds resting lightly at my ears, my hair swept back in a low bun that screamed quiet authority. Sam walked slightly behind me in black, professional, and sharp. Aiden wore a tiny navy suit with polished shoes and curls perfectly tamed.

We didn’t look like guests. We looked like royalty arriving to inspect the kingdom.

“Hello,” I said calmly.

Mom blinked first. “Katia…”

Dad stepped forward. “You look… well.”

“I am,” I replied.

Delia smiled softly at Aiden. “Hi again, handsome.”

Aiden smiled politely. “Good evening, auntie.” Delia siniled at being called auntie.

We entered; the dining table had been set like it was Christmas. Candles, fine china, and silverware polished to blindness. They had prepared for this, good.

We sat. Aiden beside me. Sam slightly behind.

For a few minutes, small talk floated awkwardly around the table like it didn’t know where to land. Then Aiden asked the question no one was ready for.

“Mom,” he said, looking at me, “why didn’t I know I had grandparents? You only told me I had an aunt.

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I didn’t answer. I sipped my water and looked at my parents.

Dad cleared his throat. “Your mom and us had an argument. So she had to leave.”

Aiden frowned “Youthrew her out?”

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They both looked uncomfortable. I still didn’t speak. I wanted them to say it.

Mom shifted in her chair wasn’t like that ”

Aiden tilted his head. “Then howwas it?”

Dad exhaled slowly. “We made a mistake.”

Aiden nodded slowly like he was filing that away. “Okay.”

There was a long pause. My son has a tendency of asking questions when he doesn’t understand something.

“So… am I supposed to call you Grandma and Grandpa now?” he asked.

Mom smiled stiffly. “If you want to,

“Maybe,” Aiden said. “We’ll see.”

sweetheart.”

Food arrived. We ate mostly in silence. Forks against plates. Occasional glances. No one is daring to ask the real questions yet.

“So,” Delia said, trying to lighten the mood, “how long are you staying in the city?”

“I’m not leaving,” I answered. “I’m here to stay.”

“Oh,” Mom said, her brows lifting. “Permanently?”

“Yes.”

“And what about your husband?” she asked.

I dabbed my lips gently with a napkin. “He’s a very busy man.”

“That’s all you’ll say?” Dad asked.

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