Lyla’s POVI couldn’t calm Jace down. My own emotions were a whirlwind—shock and rage mixed together in a storm that left me speechless. The damage was unimaginable. Products worth millions had been ruined in an instant, and not a single thing could be saved. It felt like a nightmare, and in the midst of it, Jace was absolutely fuming. I didn’t know what to say to comfort him. Not now. Not when we were in the middle of a crisis. The only thing that mattered was finding out who was responsible for this sabotage.Jace shot up from his seat, his face twisted in anger. He grabbed the factory manager by the shirt, lifting him off the ground. The poor guy’s feet hung suspended in the air, his eyes wide with fear. I could see it in Jace’s face: if someone didn’t stop him soon, this could spiral into something worse.“Jace, please!” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he turned and looked at me, his eyes wild with fury.“Who the hell sabotaged my product?” Jace’s voice thundered, his wo
Lyla's Pov Lyla was left alone in Jace's office, unsure of what to do next, Jace doesn't believe her. How could he just believe what he saw without flinching, I'm a part of this family now,why would he ever think I would do something this terrible to drag the family's name to the mud.I may be an orphan,but definitely not evil, please God come to my rescue,give me the strength to scale through this phase.Suddenly,the door opened and Jace walked in. How could you do this to us, I trusted you,I fought my family because of you. Indeed the saying that what an elder sees while standing, even if a child climbs the highest mountain would never see it is true.You're evil, Lyla and I hate you.I thought I've found the one who completes me,but see what I've become now. I'm so disappointed in you.Babe, can't you see I've been framed here?How could you easily accept this without digesting it or better still have a second thought that someone has perfectly plotted this out to implicate me?
Lyla’s POVThe way Jace stormed out of his office sent a chill down my spine. I had no idea what his next move would be. I’d seen him angry before, but this time was different. When he looked at me, his eyes were burning with rage, and I could feel the fury radiating off of him from where I stood. My legs felt like they had turned to stone. It was as if the blood had stopped flowing, and I was rooted in place, unable to move. I was shocked—confused—and I had no idea who was behind this, but I knew I had been framed.I finally mustered enough courage to push myself up and head outside. As soon as I stepped into the open air, I saw the workers huddled together, murmuring amongst themselves. The moment they saw me, they stopped talking, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the scene.Everything had come to a halt—production, the office staff, even the truck deliveries. It felt as though time had stopped. I tried to call a cab, but for some inexplicable reason, my phone kept failing to
Lyla’s POV"No, no, no! This cannot be happening!" I screamed, frantically searching through my MacBook. My fingers trembled as I clicked through the folders, but no matter how many times I refreshed the screen, there was nothing—no footage, nothing left. Everything had mysteriously disappeared. My room, which had once been organized, was now a chaotic mess. Clothes were scattered across the floor, some spilling from the closet, while others were carelessly thrown around as though someone had broken in.But that wasn’t my concern. The only thing I cared about right now was the footage. The footage that had vanished, as if someone had erased it intentionally. My thoughts were a whirlwind of panic as I tried to comprehend what had happened.Bailey burst into the room, looking alarmed. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, disheveled and panicked. She froze in the doorway for a moment, confusion written all over her face."Lyla!" she exclaimed, rushing over to me. "What is wrong? Why are
Lyla’s POV.I felt like a shadow of myself, as if I no longer existed in this world, merely a hollow shell of what I once was. For days, I locked myself away in my room, refusing to step outside, and refused to eat anything. Mrs. Maddy and Bailey had become relentless, constantly begging me to eat, to drink something, anything. But I couldn’t hear them. My heart was shattered, ripped apart in an instant, and the weight of the pain crushed me. My world had fallen apart right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.I lay on the bare floor, the coldness of it seeping into my bones, my body heavy and weak. The only thing I managed to do was drink water, just to keep myself from passing out. That was all. Nothing else. I starved myself, trapped in a vicious cycle of hurt, convinced I didn’t deserve to nourish my body when everything inside me felt so broken.It was one of those days when I woke up on the cold floor, the agony in my head so intense that it felt as thoug
Lyla's POV"You do not have to do all of this, Mrs. Maddy," I said, smiling as she tried to spoon-feed me. "I am not invalid. I’m fine!" The thoughtfulness in her actions was enough to make me feel loved, and I appreciated it more than she could know."They say spicy food is a pregnant woman’s best companion, which is why I made you this spicy chicken soup," she explained, continuing to feed me despite my protest. Each spoonful filled my stomach, but it also warmed my heart. She wasn’t just taking care of my physical needs—she was showing me love in the most nurturing way possible."Mrs. Maddy, you're going to make me grow fat and burst with the way you're feeding me lately," I chuckled, teasing her. But there was a hint of affection in my voice.The doctor came in to remove the IV drip from my hand and handed me some medications that would help me rest. I thanked him, but as soon as he left, Mrs. Maddy was back by my side. She had refused to leave me alone for a moment, hovering arou
Chad’s POV“What has come over you!” I could feel my breath tightening in my throat as the words slipped out. My bank account was reading negative, and I was on the verge of drowning in debt, yet Becky didn’t seem to care about any of that. All she cared about was her lavish lifestyle, a lifestyle that was slowly driving me to the edge.“What do you mean?” Becky shot back, her expression one of defiance. “Do you really expect me to wear the same outfits I had on when I was pregnant with your child?” Her eyes widened, her words dripping with contempt. There wasn’t an ounce of remorse in her demeanor. She had no shame in flaunting the expensive designer clothes she was trying on, oblivious to the mess she was making of our lives.“Spending $200,000 to change your wardrobe is insane! You know I’m struggling with my business right now, and yet you're spending recklessly on things that don’t even matter! You're the reason I lost so much money on that deal!” My words came out harsh, filled
Chad's POVI stared at the phone in my hand, the screen glaring back at me as if mocking my disbelief. For several moments, I couldn’t find the words to speak. All I could focus on was the image of Becky, dressed in the same outfit she had worn the day she left the house—something so trivial, yet the weight of it felt like a hammer against my chest.I remembered that day clearly. She had told me she was going to visit her sick aunt, that she’d be gone for a few hours. I’d stayed home with our daughter, taking care of her the entire day, trying to make the most of the time we had. Becky’s departure had seemed harmless, routine even. But then she turned off her phone, and the hours stretched longer and longer, like the slow unraveling of something I couldn’t yet comprehend.She returned home just before midnight, and when I confronted her, she had looked me in the eye and calmly explained that her aunt had taken a turn for the worse, a critical situation. I wanted to believe her—needed
Bailey's POV The guest bathroom was quiet, too quiet. Bailey stood over the sink, clutching her phone like it might burn her skin. Her thumb hovered over the number.“K.”No last name. No picture. No call history before now.She opened the contact.Nothing but a blank number. No clues. No metadata. Just one thing: the message had come from that number moments before the call was logged.Her heart thudded. She could hear laughter outside the door—her family, the new found peace. She didn’t want to disrupt that. Not again.But the name. "Protected Asset".Why her?There was a time when she believed everything Lyla told her. That they were simply survivors of a dangerous time. That they had gotten lucky. That the world was finally safe again. But the older Bailey got, the more her instincts sharpened—and they had been whispering for months now.There were gaps in her story.Memories that felt inserted. Emotions that didn’t align. And now this strange call that she didn’t make.Outside t
The Thanksgiving HourLyla's POV The scent of cinnamon and toasted rosemary drifted through the house like a calming melody, wrapping each room in a warmth that made time appear to stretch. The living room boomed with the soft hum of old jazz records playing on a speaker Lyla refused to replace. In the backyard, the kids laughed with joy, their laughter riding the swing set into the soft golden light of late afternoon.Inside the kitchen, Lyla stood over the mashed potatoes, her sleeves rolled up and her face dripping of sweat which she wiped off occasionally with her elbow.She stirred them methodically, humming along with the music while her apron—one Claire had gifted her years ago that read Master of the House—absorbs the chaos of cooking.“Hey!” Chad called from the stove at the other side of the kitchen. “Do sweet potatoes burn faster if you stare at them?”Lyla laughed. “Yes. The potatoes can sense fear.”Bailey entered with her hair up in a high ponytail and two pies balance
Bailey's POV The rain came down in a quiet drizzle as Bailey wandered the campus garden, the fog from her breath mingling with the early morning chill. Her textbooks were still in her bag, unread. Sleep had eluded her. Not from exams or stress.But because of that dream again.The same hallway. White tile. The same phrase clung into her memory like a scar.“She was never supposed to know.”She had not told anyone yet, not even Lyla. But last night, she had stayed late in the medical lab and submitted a sample for a DNA test—one she had been carrying around in her mind for months but never had the courage to confront.She will have the results by tonight.And a feeling deep in her chest told her nothing would be the same after that.Jace paced in the hidden room beneath the clinic. It had been two days since they found Becky’s twisted letter to Bailey, and still, the questions piled higher than answers.Lyla sat across him, surrounded by old files. A folder already damaged with water
Jace POV The next morning, the sun was already hot against the windows of Karev Medical & Wellness center. Jace had barely managed three hours of sleep.Lyla made him coffee while reviewing files. Neither spoke about the trapdoor, the lily, or the voice message just yet. Not until they had more information.The bell above the door chimed.Jace looked up—and froze.An elderly man in a tailored navy coat stepped inside. He walked with a slow, deliberate limp. Silver hair, sharp eyes. Something about him screamed military or something worse.The man held out a letter. “Dr. Jace Karev?”“Yes,” Jace said carefully.“I was told you’re the only one who can help.”Jace opened the letter.It was hand-written. “This man should be dead. On record, he is. But he isn’t. Help him—and you’ll start to understand what they erased from your past.Don’t trust the files.From_A Friend.”Jace gasped. “Who gave you this?”The man looked around nervously. “She told me to come here. A woman with short dark
Bailey's POV The emergency lights flickered in the archive room, throwing Bailey and Callum into crimson shadows. The girl—A-11—stood eerily calm between the cabinets.Bailey’s breath hitched. She couldn’t look away.Same height. Same build. Same eyes.But there was something off about her… like a reflection bent by time and darkness.“You’re lying,” Bailey whispered. “I don’t have a sister.”“No,” the girl replied coolly, “you have an upgraded prototype.”A-11 stepped forward, lifting a finger and tapping the metal case with a smug smile. “Everything you need to know about me is in there. Right next to the pages that say you were supposed to be terminated before age five.”Bailey recoiled. “Terminated?”Callum moved protectively in front of her.The girl chuckled. “Relax. You’re useful now.”Gunshots echoed again in the distance.“They’re coming,” she added. “You have two minutes before this place gets turned into ash. Make a choice, Bailey. Come with me—or die like the others.”Bail
Jace POVJace was overwhelmed at the quick completion of his clinic, one that he has always wanted to own but his father insisted he carries on with the family business after the demise of his elder brother.But right now, everything was finally falling into place and he couldn't be less excited.At last, he'll be able to practice as a neurologist, something he has wanted all his life.The morning air held the faint scent of rain, the pavement still damp from an early downpour. Jace stood just beneath the bronze plaque as the drill clicked off, leaving behind the last echo of steel on the brick.KAREV MEDICAL & WELLNESS CENTER Dr. Jace KarevThe words unscripted in gold glittered caught in the rising sun like a diamond carved into metal.He took a step back, arms crossed, heart beating just a little faster than he would like to admit. Not for the plaque—but for what it meant.A clean slate.He hadn’t told his father. He hasn't seen the need to. For once, Jace wasn’t chasing legacy. H
Bailey's POVIt was the beginning of the year in medical school,Bailey Turner had never been so excited as she would finally be a neurosurgeon, it's something she had wanted right from her childhood.She got to the gate and waited beneath the arch of St. Clair Medical School’s East Wing, the frosty morning air pulling at the tips of her chestnut hair. She gripped the strap of her schoolbag as though it were a soothing relief to the tension already building within her and gazed up at the building's glass exterior. Rain had created lines on the surface resembling ghost fingers. She took a deep breath.This wasn’t just any school. It was the dream Claire had whispered into her ear since childhood. It was the life that had almost been stolen from her again and again—by shadows, betrayal, and secrets that still clung to her skin like smoke.Now? It was hers.She stepped through the door, clutching the faded photo of her, Lyla, and Claire one last time before sliding it into her coat.Room
Becky’s POV “No, this is unacceptable. None of this makes sense,” Becky said, her voice raised as she ransacked her old hospital files. “If we are not her parents, then where did she come from?”Chad lifted a dusty box marked “Olivia – Birth.”Inside were photos, documents, the footprint card… and then—“Where’s the birth certificate?” he asked.Becky froze.“I… it was always there.”They tore through every folder, drawer, envelope. Nothing.Chad turned pale. “She must have taken it.”“Lyla?”He nodded. “She knew this day would come.”But Becky noticed something else in the box—a small piece of paper tucked inside a baby photo. It wasn’t handwritten. It was typed, and it was coded.It read:"Room 408. 11:47 p.m. Not the one she expected. Claire switched the vial."Becky’s eyes widened. “Claire again.”She immediately pulled out her phone from her purse and dialed a number. “Who are you calling?” Chad asked inquisively. “An old contact,shs said. Someone who worked night shifts that
Lyla’s POV Lyla rose from her seat. This time, her expression faltered —just slightly.“She was never supposed to be mine,” she began quietly. “When I found out Chad cheated, I was furious. I wanted out, but I couldn’t lose everything at once. I had just discovered he was infertile.”Becky stared at her. “So you stole—”“No,” Lyla interrupted. “I made a deal.”She turned to the judge. “That hospital wasn’t just where Becky was restrained. It was where I paid to have her artificially inseminated.”Gasps exploded in the courtroom.“What?” Chad stood again. “That’s not possible. That’s not—”“She signed consent while sedated,” Lyla said. “Technically, the paperwork was in order. I chose the donor. I ensured the embryo was viable.”Becky clutched the side of the wooden chair to keep herself from falling.“You turned me into a surrogate?”Lyla didn’t blink. “You were already falling apart. I gave you purpose.”The judge stared in horror. “This… This is a criminal offense. This is beyond