My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 09

My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 09

Once I recovered, I texted my bestie: [Put the ramen down. I’m buying you that designer bag.] 

Bestie: [Did you get kidnapped for some overseas crypto scam?] 

Me: [Hell no, Julian gave me the money.] 

Bestie: [Babe, doesn’t he have a fiancée? Victoria? What are you to him?] 

The money–induced high crashed. She was right. 

Me: [You’re right. We don’t do homewrecking. I’ll keep the money, but I’m clearing the air with 

Victoria.] 

I thought a billionaire heiress would be hard to reach, but Victoria agreed to meet immediately. At a James Beard Award–winning fine dining 

restaurant, I took off my mask. 

Victoria was warm, “Hi Chloe.” 

“You know me?” 

“Julian showed me your picture. Hard to forget a 

face like yours.” 

He introduced me to her? Were we something he 

could show off? 

“Julian didn’t care about money or his family 

status. I couldn’t convince him to return. Thanks to 

you, I got a powerful ally.” 

“Wait, he knew he was the heir before? How early?” 

Victoria sipped her wine. “Before you even ordered 

him. He just told me to keep quiet.” 

“Why did he go back to the Sterling Vanguard Corp 

then?” 

Victoria smiled softly. “Because he wanted to 

make money for the person he loves.” 

“Isn’t that you?” 

She shook her head. “Of course not. And I don’t 

like him either. But we both love the same thing.” 

We said it in unison, “Money.” 

“That’s why we’re partnering. As the sole heir, he’s 

helping me fight off my family’s illegitimate. 

⚫ siblings in a corporate war. Our families are bound 

by interests.” 

The business talk went over my head, but Victoria 

praised Julian as a business genius who simply 

hadn’t cared until now. 

When I got home, Julian was waiting on the sofa. Cold soup was on the table. The roles were 

reversed. 

“Why didn’t you eat?” 

“Had fine dining with Victoria.” I casually stripped 

in front of him and put on a nightgown. 

He choked on his own spit, blushed, and handed me a jewelry box. High–end emeralds. I’d been complaining I wanted them to anyone who’d listen. 

Only Julian took it seriously.. 

Feeling playful, I asked, “A month ago, what sushi did I say tasted awful?” 

“Raw oysters on the half shell,” he answered 

instantly. 

I couldn’t even remember half the garbage I talked 

about, but he memorized everything. 

“Julian, do you have a crush on me?” 

He looked away and muttered, “I hate you.” 

“I’ll give you a chance to rephrase. Hint: I like 

straightforward golden retrievers, like Lucky or 

that track star who chased me in college…” 

Julian grew more sullen, hugged his knees on the 

sofa, and started sending me bank transfers in 

silence. Seven or eight notifications popped up. 

An earth sign with autism… I just had to do the 

talking. 

“Julian.” He looked up, fragile and beautiful, completely different from the beast who tore me 

apart last night. 

“Confess right now, or I’m buying a new incubus 

and taking him to a hotel.” 

He grabbed my wrist, his lips trembling. “Chloe, I…” 

“I…” 

“I like you,” I finished for him. “I love you, I adore 

you, I want to be with you forever. Is it that hard to 

say?” 

I waited. He still couldn’t say it. I figured we’d try 

again tomorrow. 

Suddenly, “Chloe, let’s get married.” 

His eyes burned. “You get all the money. No kids. 

Absolute loyalty. I will never betray you. Okay?”