Chapter 90

Solana's POV

"So, partly, I pretended to be poor so my fiancèe would refuse to marry me," Jordan continued telling me his story.

We're on the bed. He's leaning his back on the headboard, while I'm leaning my back on his chest. I was sitting between his parted legs, his arms wrapped around my waist while his hands were resting against my belly.

"My father's biological family can't accept me and my father can't do anything. In Fact, he's just like Robert Stone. He's like a puppet," he added.

I heaved a sigh and started playing with the hair on his arms.

"Why won't you tell the world that you're the President of the Muller Group? Why are you hiding the fact that you're the son of a respectable businesswoman?" I asked in curiosity.

"My mom was hated by many for being a mistress, Solana," he answered and paused. "She doesn't want the people to treat me badly. She doesn't want them to look down on me just because she's a mistress. But my father's biological family found out. The only thing