Jeremy sat in his car, gripping the sealed DNA envelope. His heart pounded against his ribs. He had picked up the result, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the hospital as if everything was fine. But everything was not fine.“What if Leah is actually my sister?” he thought.The thought alone made him feel sick. He had imagined a future with her, had felt something deep, something real. And if the result confirmed his worst fear… what then?His fingers tightened around the envelope, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it. He took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly.Instead of heading home, he turned the ignition and drove straight to Doctor Alfred’s office.Dr. Alfred was behind his desk when Jeremy walked in unannounced. Alfred’s face brightened in greeting, but before he could say a word—“You’re a coward,” Jeremy said, his voice sharp.Alfred frowned. “Excuse me?”Jeremy shut the door behind him, stepping further into the office. “You heard me. How could you?”Alfred’s brows dr
Alfred couldn't believe what he'd learned - that his mother was cold, to the extent of selling a baby, his baby… her grandchild.It hurt him. He hoped he could find his daughter with his aunt's help.She had asked him to come with her, but she didn't say where. His hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel. Aunt Favy sat beside him, her face set in a deep frown.“She was sold?” Alfred’s voice was hoarse, disbelief thick in his tone.Aunt Favy nodded solemnly. “Your mother was… determined. She didn’t just want Maggie gone; she wanted to erase any trace of that child.”Alfred’s chest tightened. “Why didn’t you stop her?”Favy sighed. “Do you think I didn’t try? I fought with her. I begged. But she had already made up her mind. And by the time I found out, it was too late. The baby was already gone.”Alfred clenched his jaw. He had always known his mother was controlling, but this? This was monstrous.“So, where are we going now?” he asked, his voice sharp. “Where did she take the
Jeremy was taking Leah to the hospital for her appointment and asked Jackson to drive them.He had been driving himself for sometime now, relieving Jackson of the stress. But he didn't feel like driving on this day.Jackson drove, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as soft music played through the car’s speakers. Jeremy sat beside him, but his attention was on Leah, who was in the back seat, staring out of the window.The smooth melody of “Piano Man” by Brandy filled the car. Leah’s expression shifted almost instantly. Her brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat, listening.Jeremy noticed.He turned his body slightly to look at her. “Leah?”She didn’t answer. She was lost in thought, lost in the melody that felt eerily familiar. A memory surfaced— She remembered Jackson playing this same song the first time she had requested it in Jeremy’s car.The realization
Maggie and Alfred had decided to visit the Callahan's and have a conversation with them and today was the day. They stood before the Callahan residence, exchanging one last glance before Alfred lifted his hand and knocked firmly. The house exuded wealth and prestige, but Maggie wasn’t awed by its beauty—she was preoccupied with what lay ahead.A woman opened the door. It must be Mrs. Callahan. She was a vision of grace and warmth. Her bright smile was disarming, an obvious contrast to the weight of the conversation Maggie and Alfred had come to have."Good afternoon," Mrs. Callahan greeted them, her voice smooth and welcoming. "How may I help you?"Maggie hesitated for a second before Alfred spoke. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Callahan. I’m Dr. Alfred, and this is my companion, Maggie. We were hoping to speak with you and your husband."“Oh, my husband is away on a business trip,” she said with a soft chuckle, stepping aside to let them in. “But rest assured, you can discuss any business ma
When Elizabeth woke up, her eyes met a host of people in the ward she'd be admitted in. She blinked, her gaze adjusting to the fluorescent lights above. As her vision cleared, she saw them—her mother, Mrs. Callahan, sitting at the far end of the room with red-rimmed eyes; Jeremy and Leah standing close to each other, their hands clasped as though bracing for something painful; Maggie seated with her hands folded tightly on her lap, her eyes darting between her and Dr. Alfred; and Noah, right by her side, his face clouded with concern.She struggled to get up, but Noah rushed to her, to assist her.“No, Lizzy. Take it easy,” his familiar voice reached her, soothing and steady.She groaned, holding her head. And then she asked, “ what happened. Why are y'all here?”Alfred and Maggie looked at each other. Jeremy, who was standing beside Leah, held Leah's shoulders. Mrs. Callahan was in tears.The sight of all them looking heartbroken like that only meant one thing – that they knew.Stil
Leah and Jeremy were curled up on the couch, watching a TV series Leah loved— one she had introduced Jeremy to, though he had only grown interested because it made her happy.Jeremy's living room was dimly lit, the television screen casting a soft glow on the walls. The air was warm and cozy, carrying the faint scent of Leah’s lavender shampoo. Leah was lying on his lap, resting her head comfortably on his thigh, as he ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly.The TV series they were seeing showed a dramatic scene, one that resonated a little too closely with Jeremy’s own life. Leah, ever perceptive, immediately picked up on it.“So Elizabeth is your sister, huh?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. “How does it feel knowing this—that you aren't an only child, after all?”Jeremy let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head before correcting her. “Half-sister.” His voice was neutral, but Leah didn’t miss the underlying weight in his tone.“You still didn’t answer my question
Elizabeth rose up from Jeremy’s seat swiftly the moment she saw him, looking shocked. “It's not what you think, sir,” she tried to explain. There was urgency in her voice, but it wasn’t fear. It was the desperate need to explain. But Jeremy didn't even look upset. He looked concerned instead, his brows slightly furrowed.“You should be in the hospital, Elizabeth,” Leah said, her voice a mixture of worry and curiosity. She had barely finished speaking before Jeremy followed up with a question of his own.“I didn't even know you'd been discharged. Does Maggie know? She'll be so worried,” Jeremy said, expressing his concern for his mother.“Maggie, huh? Why's that?” Elizabeth asked, stepping forward, eyeing both Leah and Jeremy.Leah and Jeremy looked at each other but said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between them.Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I knew it. I knew something was up. Everyone’s been acting strange around me—too nice, too careful.”Jeremy
Leah had barely gotten enough sleep the previous night, but there was no time to dwell on that now. She needed answers. She needed to find out the truth, and she couldn't wait to get to the office.“My dear, where are you going so early?” Mama asked Leah.Leah turned and sighed softly. “Ma, I need to rush to the office. It's an emergency,” Leah explained as she wore her wristwatch.Mama who had been watching her sprang up at the mention of the word ‘emergency.’“Emergency? What emergency is that?” Mama inquired.Leah looked at her mother and shook her head. It was typical of her to react that way. Always quick to panic.“I don't want you to get worked up. I haven't been to the office for so long and I believe there are things that require my attention,” Leah said, trying to make her mother calm.Mama studied her daughter for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, right. Even though Monica has been handling everything well, you should still go. I wanted to suggest it earlier but I just
The SUV that carried Maggie and Leah's family moved fast through the narrow roads, headlights cutting through the night, away from the burning compound. No one spoke much. The air inside the vehicle was thick with tension and silent prayers. Soon they were outside on the open roads with flickering streetlights, but the fear inside them remained.Mama kept looking out the rear window, her heart heavy. She was afraid that they could still be chased. She had just witnessed something terrible — a sister killing her twin. They had their mother's blood. She was that terrible. She killed her sister too. The driver, a quiet man in black, did not say anything until they reached a quiet building on the outskirts of the city. He pulled into the driveway and cut the engine.“We’ll wait here for Mr. Harper and Ms. Leah, ” he said, stepping out of the car.Maggie got down first, helping Cassandra and the others. The building was dark, empty, like a safehouse. There were chairs and bottled water i
The wind was cold and sharp as it moved through the quiet outskirts of Kyoto. It cut through the trees lining the narrow path that led to a hidden compound. Behind a tall gate and thick walls, the house stood silently. It looked beautiful and old from the outside, but inside, it was cold and filled with memories.Clara stepped out of the black car that had picked her up from the airport. The sky was grey, with no sign of the sun. She wore a black coat that fit her perfectly, making her light blonde hair, tied in a tight bun, stand out. Her cold eyes looked around the place she once knew so well.Nothing had changed. Even the welcome rug by the door was still there, with the word ‘Home’ sewn into it. She let out a small scoff.She walked into the house.The air inside smelled sharp and clean, like a hospital. It was too clean, like everything was planned. The marble floors stretched under her black boots as she walked into the large living room. A fire burned in the corner, but it gave
The trap had been set perfectly.As it had been predicted, Clara made her move. And she didn’t waste time.While Jeremy and Leah were at the penthouse, still trying to find out where Maggie, Mama, Ivan and Keira were, the clock started ticking toward a confrontation that would define the future of everything they had fought for.Inside the boardroom of HARPER CORPORATION, Clara was already executing the plan.Foster, Jeremy’s trusted man stationed inside the surveillance control room, caught sight of it happening through the cameras. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Clara standing confidently at the head of the polished, obsidian conference table, facing the assembled board members.Without hesitating, Foster grabbed his phone and started texting furiously.—Foster: Sir, she’s here. It’s happening. Boardroom. Emergency.—Foster: She’s gathered everyone. She's making a move.—Foster: Live feed showing now. Urgent.Jeremy's phone buzzed in his pocket. He had strictly instructed Fost
The low hum of the airplane filled the silence between Jeremy and Leah. The private jet flew through the night, taking Jeremy to a challenging situation he wasn't sure he could handle. He stared out the small oval window, watching the dark clouds swirl and the endless black stretch before him. His mind was filled with worrisome questions, none with answers he liked.His father.Alive.The man Jeremy had mourned, idolized, defended even when others accused. The same man who had once filled his childhood with warmth and strength… yet had also, in hidden shadows, betrayed his mother with Big Margaret — the woman who had caused more havoc than Jeremy could have ever imagined.If he had been alive all these years, why hadn't he reached out? Why had he allowed Jeremy and Maggie to suffer, to believe he was dead, to build their lives on lies and pain? Why had he joined forces with Margaret, forming something as monstrous as Ares Protocol?Jeremy closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly throu
The phone slipped from Jeremy’s fingers. He barely caught it before it hit the floor. His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, a deafening rhythm in the stillness of the office. He looked at Leah, his face expressed disbelief—shock. Perhaps he was hoping that she might confirm that this wasn’t real, that it was some cruel illusion crafted by his stressed mind."I... I don't understand you," Jeremy said finally, his voice rough and uneven, still battling the reality Maggie had just thrust upon him.Maggie's voice trembled through the speaker. "It's true, Jeremy. He's here… at the penthouse in Japan."Jeremy's lips parted, but no words came out. His hands tightened into fists at his sides. His wide, unblinking eyes stared through Leah, through the walls, through everything.His head was filled with thoughts.How?And if true, why?Why had the man stayed away all these years?Was he here now out of love and loyalty or was he plotting something sinister with those who had been tr
Jeremy frowned as he dialed Maggie’s number for the third time. Again, the call didn’t go through. The automated voice repeated, "The number you're trying to call is currently switched off. Please try again later."He pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at the screen like it would change the outcome."Her phone is still off," he said, puzzled.Leah turned to him from across the desk, arching a curious brow. “Maggie’s phone is off?”“Yeah. It's weird. Her phone is never off,” Jeremy muttered, eyes narrowing. “Something feels off. She always picks.”“Try again?” Leah suggested, though her voice lacked urgency. Her gaze had shifted. Like she was less focused on the problem at hand and more on him.Jeremy was about to dial again, but when he glanced up, Leah was staring at him… differently.Her head tilted ever so slightly, her lips parted just enough to reveal a hint of a sultry smile, and her eyes darkened with unmistakable mischief. Slowly, she rose from her chair and walked ar
Leah could perceive the sweet aroma of freshly baked croissants and sizzling eggs as she stepped into The Maple Grove, a quaint yet upscale eatery nestled between two tall buildings on Eastbourne Street. The morning rush hadn’t quite begun, so the place felt warm, inviting, and quiet—just as she remembered. It was the kind of place that offered comfort in chaos, and today, she needed that comfort.The hostess greeted her with a soft smile and recognition in her eyes. “Ms. Leah! It’s been a while.”Leah smiled back, her voice a little strained from the weight of everything she’d been carrying. “Yeah, it has. Just stopping by for breakfast.”“Jeremy not with you today?” the hostess asked, leading her to their usual corner table by the window.Leah shook her head. “No, he’s at the office. I’ll be taking some breakfast to him, too.”The woman nodded knowingly, placing the menu before Leah. “The usual?”Leah nodded. “Yes, please. Two of everything.”As she waited, she looked out the window
The morning sun shone brightly, lighting up the Fisher estate. The living room was quiet—a calm before a storm everyone could sense but couldn’t see. Leah sat at the edge of the sofa, her hands folded across her lap, trying to hide her nervousness.Jeremy stood by the window, staring out with a pensive look, his jaw tight. His phone buzzed on the table, and he glanced at it before ignoring the call. His mind was elsewhere, calculating, preparing.He turned and looked at Leah, concern evident in his eyes.“Sure you’re strong enough to go with them to the airport?” he asked gently, stepping toward her.Leah looked up at him, offering a small but determined smile. “Yeah, I am. Don’t worry.”She knew her body wasn’t in top shape as she was still recovering, but her spirit, her will, wouldn’t let her stay back. Not when the people she loved were being sent into hiding, even temporarily. She had to be there. She needed to see it for herself—that they were safe, that they got on the plane, t
Outside of town, in a secretive, quiet place, a lady was standing; waiting, her arms folded across her chest, her breath coming out in even mists as the evening chilled. The only sounds were the distant calls of birds settling in for the night and the subtle crunch of gravel beneath approaching footsteps.Clara appeared moments later, dressed in dark jeans and a loose sweater, her blonde hair tucked beneath a cap. She moved quickly, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds. Her heart was beating fast, but not from fear—at least not entirely. There was something else pulsing through her veins: adrenaline, purpose, the knowledge of what they were about to set in motion.The lady had a striking resemblance with Clara. Their face, height, complexion, everything. They were mirror images. The only difference was that she had sharper edges and a colder aura."Update," the woman said, her tone brisk, as though she wasn’t interested in pleasantries. Even her voice echoed Clara’s, but wit