Shredded Vows: The Billionaire’s Secret Heir novel Chapter 3

For the past few days, Gideon hadn't returned to Belvoir Estate, nor had he contacted Lydia.

It was almost as if his return to the country was a facade, and their encounter that night was nothing but an illusion.-

But the internet was flooded with news about him. After all, the guy was like a magnet for the press—wherever he went, the paparazzi swarmed like flies.

[The Heir of the Capital Returns, Business World Shaken!]

[Gideon Back in Action, Massive Corporate Shifts Expected! The Capital Welcomes a New Era of Royalty!]

[The Heir Returns, Gray Enterprises' New Strategy Revealed, Global Expansion Imminent!]

Unseen for five years, the man in the news photos still exuded a refined, noble elegance. His facial features were as sharp as ever, perfectly matching the image etched deep in Lydia's memory, and still making her heart skip a beat.

Staring at the photos for a long time, she found herself lost in a daze once again...

The Gray family was a financial titan in the capital, the architects of a capital empire. They had built their fortune during the early twentieth century, starting with banking, managing drafts and private banks, before gradually evolving into a commercial banking powerhouse.

Currently, they controlled the largest domestic and international banks and securities firms, owning multiple top-tier global investment funds.

They truly held the lifeblood of the global economy, the undisputed "Kings of Capital," and the reigning champions of the city's elite families.

And twenty-eight-year-old Gideon was the one holding all the power.

At Gray Enterprises.

The executive office on the thirty-eighth floor was grand yet understated. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the entire city, with the warm autumn sun spilling into the room.

Wearing a handcrafted black suit, Gideon sat in his custom office chair, reviewing a document in his hands.

With a flawless face and an outstanding aura, he was the picture-perfect elite.

"Mr. Gray, Lydia only stayed out all night the evening you returned, crashing at Tessa's place. Since then, she's been home every day, not stepping foot outside," his trusted assistant, Dave Hunter, reported from the side.

The man's long fingers flipped through the proposal, his thin lips parting slightly. "And?"

"It's that kind of medicine! She wants to drug you. Mrs. Gable said she wants to get pregnant. Of course, this was also... Mrs. Gray's idea. If she can't get pregnant, she wants her to ask for a divorce."

Gideon's face cycled through a rainbow of colors!

Was he impotent?

Did she really need to resort to drugging him?!

"What are you standing around for? Get back to work!" Seeing him still lingering, Gideon barked in fury, feeling utterly mortified.

"Yes, right away..."

After Dave left, he shifted his gaze to the photo frame next to his computer. The frame was made of dark walnut wood, featuring intricate carvings on its surface.

The photograph captured a beautiful moment.

The woman was wearing a pristine white wedding gown, its lace patterns delicate, with layers of skirts light and airy like clouds.