The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Monroe Family Final Act

Aria’s POV – Weeks Later

I was reviewing wedding venue options with Damien when my lawyer called.

"Ms. Monroe, we have a problem." Jessica’s voice was tight. "Your parents have filed a lawsuit against you."

The room went cold. "What kind of lawsuit?"

"Grandparents’ rights." She sighed. "They’re claiming you’re denying them access to their grandson and that it’s detrimental to Noah’s wellbeing. They want court-ordered visitation."

"You’re joking." But I knew she wasn’t. This was exactly the kind of vindictive move my parents would make. "Jessica, they’ve never shown any interest in Noah. Never sent a gift, never asked to see him, never."

"I know." Her voice was firm. "Which is why we’re going to destroy this lawsuit. But Aria, you need to prepare yourself. This is going to get ugly."

After I hung up, Damien was already on his feet. "What did they file for?" His voice was deadly calm, which was somehow more terrifying than anger.

"Grandparents’ rights to Noah." I felt rage building in my chest. "They want court-ordered visitation. Damien, they’ve never even met him. Never cared about him. This is just"

"About money." He finished, jaw clenched. "They saw the merger announcement, saw us together, and decided to cash in on access to the Blackwood fortune through Noah."

"Exactly." I stood, pacing. "This is pure greed. They don’t want a relationship with their grandson, they want a meal ticket."

"Then we bury them." Damien’s eyes were cold. "Completely. We get every piece of evidence about their neglect, their abuse, their utter lack of interest in Noah’s existence. And we make sure they never get anywhere near our son."

"Our son." I stopped pacing, looking at him. "You said our son."

"He is." Damien came to me, taking my hands. "Aria, Noah is my son in every way that matters. And I’ll be damned if I let those toxic people anywhere near him."

"They’re going to drag me through the mud." I felt old fears rising. "Bring up the divorce, the pregnancy, paint me as the villain who kept a child from his family."

"Let them try." His voice was fierce. "We have documentation. Hospital records showing you were alone when Noah was born. Financial records proving they never contributed a dime to his care. Testimony from everyone who watched you build a life for him while they did nothing. Aria, we’re going to win this."

"You’re sure?" I hated how small my voice sounded.

"Positive." He pulled me close. "And Aria? After we win, we’re going to make sure they can never do this again. Restraining order, no contact clause, whatever it takes. They’ve hurt you for the last time."

Few Weeks Later – Courthouse

The courtroom was smaller than I expected, more intimate. On one side sat Damien and me with Jessica and her team. On the other—my parents and their lawyer, a shark-faced man in an expensive suit.

I hadn’t seen my parents in person since that disastrous meeting months ago. They looked older, more brittle. My mother’s face was tight with what might have been nerves or Botox. My father sat rigid, his expression cold and entitled.

They didn’t look at me. Didn’t acknowledge Noah’s name when it was mentioned. Just sat there like this was any other business transaction.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Patricia Morrison."

"And for the petitioners?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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