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The One He Let Go   Without a trace
Kelly The moment I stepped into my fatherâs hospital room, I exhaled a breath I didnât realize Iâd been holding. My heart was still hammering from the text, but at least here, inside these four walls, I felt relieved. Or so I thought. But something was wrong. Very, very wrong. The room was too quiet. The sheets on the hospital bed were too smooth. The machines that usually beep softly were off. My stomach twisted. My father was gone. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. No, thatâs not possible, he was here just now. I turned sharply, scanning the room. The IV stand was still there, the pillows were still dented from where he had been lying minutes ago. I took a slow step forward, my mind racing. âDad?â My voice was hoarse. Nothing. My pulse skyrocketed as my hands trembled at my sides. âDad?â I called louder this time, my throat tightening. Nothing. Panic clawed its way up my chest, suffocating me. Where the hell was he? I spun on my heel, rushing toward the
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-08The One He Let Go   The phone call
Kelly The waiting room felt like it was closing in on me. The cold, white walls. The sound of fluorescent lights. The lingering scent of antiseptic, none of it felt real. The security footage kept replaying in my head, frame by frame. A man in a hoodie. A wheelchair. My father disappearing into the night, heâs probably not covered. Adrian was pacing beside me, his fists tight at his sides. His face was stone cold, we were waiting for the police, but what would the police do more than tell us to wait. "I should've been here," he muttered. "I should'veâĶ.." Then my phone buzzed. Unknown Number. My chest tightened. Before I even picked up, I knew. I answered, my voice low, shaking even. "Hello?â For a second, there was nothing. Thenâa low dark chuckle. Air left my lungs immediately. That voiceâĶ..the voice I had hoped I'd never hear again. DavisâĶ.. âHello, Kelly.â A violent shudder ran through me. Like ice crawling up my spine. My fingers tightened around the phone. "Wher
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The One He Let Go   The search
Kelly I wasnât stupid. I wasnât about to walk into Davisâs trap alone. But I also knew one thing, if we didnât find my father fast, Davis would make sure I never saw him alive again. Thinking about it alone, brings me to my knees. Adrianâs grip on the steering wheel was tight as we drove through the streets. His jaw was locked, his eyes hard, watchful. âWe need a lead,â I said, barely recognizing my own voice. âSomething. Someone. He didnât just vanish.â Adrianâs fingers drummed against the wheel. Then, he said.âI know a guy.â I exhaled sharply. That was all we needed. âĶâĶ..The warehouse on the outskirts of town smelled like rust and gasoline. Dim lighting shined overhead, casting long, eerie shadows. And the man tied to the chair in front of us? He was shaking. âCâmon, Paul,â Adrian muttered, crouching down to his level. âYou were Davisâs right-hand man for years. Youâre telling me you donât know where he is?â I watched as Adrian became a gangster while interroga
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The One He Let Go   The betrayal
Kelly I didnât think Kate could sink any lower. But I should have known better. The second I stepped into the house, exhausted and desperate for a moment to think. The unknown number called and Davisâs voice crackled through my phone. "You might want to turn on the news."A sick feeling twisted in my gut as I grabbed the remote. The second the screen lit up, I knew. Kate was Live on national television. While I was fighting for my life, Kate was organizing a live broadcast.She sat at a pristine white desk, microphone clipped to her expensive blouse, her expression composed, but her words? They were designed to rattle me, and it did."My father is missing. And my sister, Kelly Brook, is hiding him."My stomach dropped. Ever since I became a public figure, right from my singing days to my political career, I never mentioned to the public that I had a twin. It wasnât public either, because Kate disowned me as her sister, and she never wanted it public either, so why now?The re
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The One He Let Go   The press conference
Kelly I had spent my entire life facing cameras. But this was different. This wasnât a music concert nor a live broadcast. This wasnât a scandal that would fade in a week. This was war, and the world was watching. The second I stepped outside, hundreds of voices crashed down on me. "Kelly! Did you manipulate your fatherâs will?" "Why are you avoiding the DNA test?" "Are you even legally entitled to his estate?" Cameras flashed, microphones shoved toward my face, the heat of the spotlights burning into my skin. I kept my face calm, unreadable. But inside? I was boiling. This was exactly what Kate wanted. She wanted me cornered. But I wasnât going to let her win. I lifted my chin, walking up the stage, my heartbeat steady, my steps measured. Kate was already there, smug, composed, victorious. She wasnât just enjoying this, she was thriving in it. And in her hand? Lay a white envelope. The DNA test or soâĶ..Kate took the microphone, her expression full of fake sorrow."I
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The One He Let Go   Lights out
Kelly The world had turned against me. Kate had made sure of that. I sat in the living room, staring at the television screen as news anchors dissected every word of her press conference. Every accusation. Every lie. "Did Kelly Brook manipulate her fatherâs will?" "Could she be hiding him?""And what about the DNA test? Is she even his real daughter?" I tightened my grip on the remote, my fingers trembling. Kate had twisted everything. She didnât just want to take the inheritance, she wanted to get rid of me. "Kelly." Adrianâs voice pulled me back. I turned. He was standing by the window, his jaw clenched, his posture slightly dull. He had been on the phone for the past hour, making calls, pulling every connection he had. But it wasnât enough. Nothing was enough. And then, my phone vibrated. I flinched, heart hammering. Unknown number. "Davis." A chuckle. Slow. Taunting.. "Youâre running out of time, Kelly."My stomach knotted. "Where is he?" "I love it when
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-10The One He Let Go   Ultimate face off
Kelly The warehouse was pitch-black, the only source of light coming from the streetlamp outside. I was tired of Davisâs silly games, same pattern, same ways, all he wanted was to lure me to wherever he was and play his stupid games, and I was seriously tired of it. Sparks from the shattered overhead bulb still cracked in the distance, but everything else was still. I pressed myself against the cold concrete floor, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes struggled to adjust, but all I could make out were shadows shifting in the dark. Somewhere in the distance, my father let out a weak cough. "Dad!" My voice came out hoarse, filled with panic. "kelly," he rasped. âIâm here"A deep chuckle filled the warehouse, low and full of amusement. He was enjoying this. "Touching," he mocked. "But how long will that last?" A click echoed, a gun being turned on. I barely had time to react before something cold pressed against the back of my head. "Game over, Kelly." I went still. I
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-10The One He Let Go   A tit for tat
KellyDavis was shot twice. Davis collapsed back again, his body hitting the ground harder than before. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, his hands pressing against his chest where blood was already spreading through his shirt. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his fingers clawing weakly at the wound as if he could hold the life inside him. I stumbled on the floor, holding my ears, when I lifted my head again, blood had stained my jeans, blood coming from Davis laying beside me.âDavis!â A sharp, familiar voice came through the chaos. I turned sharply, just in time to see a figure burst out of the shadows. Clara? She ran straight to Davis, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she pressed down on his wound, her face pale with panic. âStay with me,â she pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the bleeding. âYouâre going to be fine. Just breathe, okay?â Davis let out a low, pained groan, his body twitching under her hands. His eyes flutt
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The One He Let Go   The end
Dear Readers, I canât believe weâve reached the end of Kellyâs story. Writing this book has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I know many of you have felt the highs and lows just as deeply as I have. Kellyâs journey wasnât easy, there was pain, heartbreak, and moments where it seemed like happiness was out of reach. But through it all, she found strength, love, and a future worth fighting for. To everyone who stuck by this story, who cried, laughed, and rooted for Kelly, Aiden, Adrian, and even the complicated characters like Anderson and Kate, thank you. Your love and support mean everything. Though this book has ended, Kellyâs story will always live on in our hearts. And who knows? Maybe one day, there will be more to tell. But for now, I hope this ending brings you the closure and warmth that Kelly fought so hard to find. With love and gratitude, MOONCHILD.
The One He Let Go   Epilogue: The real wedding
Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. Itâs perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrianâs family is here. After months of resentment and distance, they came. His mother, his father, Olivia, both watching with cautious but genuine smiles. Susan is here, standing with them, her expression warm, proud. And in the distance, I see Aiden straightening his suit, looking nervous and determined at the same time. Harper,
The One He Let Go   New beginning
KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, Iâm here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrianâs hand so tightly that Iâm sure Iâve cut off his circulation. My body feels like itâs being torn apart, and yet, I push. âJust a little more, Kelly!â the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They arenât the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. âYouâre almost there,â he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. âIâve got you.â Tears sting my eyes. I donât know if itâs from the pain or the overwhelming feeling that this moment is actually happening. And then, a sharp cry fills the room. My breath catches. The world seemed to stop. The doctor lifts a tiny, wriggling body into the air. âItâs a girl!â A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughterâs first sounds. I did it. Sheâs here. Adrian presses a
The One He Let Go   Silent mercy
Kelly The morning is cold, the kind of D.C winter chill that seeps through the layers of your clothes and lingers deep in your bones. I clutch my coffee cup tighter, trying to soak in the warmth as I step out of the cafÃĐ. The city is alive as always, cars honking, people hurrying past, lost in their own worlds. And then I see her. At first, I didn't recognize the figure crouched near the side of the building, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the fabric frayed at the edges. Her hair is tangled, falling over a gaunt face. Her fingers, red from the cold, clutch a small cardboard sign. âHungry. Please help.âMy breath catches. Kate. Sheâs thinner than I remember. A shell of the woman she once was. She sits with her knees pulled close, gaze darting to every passerby, but no one stops. No one even looks at her. And I realize, this is what rock bottom looks like. For a long moment, I just stood there. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I move. She doesnât notice me at fir
The One He Let Go   Mending whatâs broken
Kelly It happens on a quiet afternoon. Adrian and I are sitting on the couch, Harper curled up between us, absentmindedly flipping through a picture book while Adrian scrolls through emails on his phone. Itâs peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. âWhatâs wrong?â His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesnât answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. âMy parents,â he says, rubbing his jaw. âThey want to talk.â I blink. I wasnât expecting that. âTalkâĶ as in?â âAs in dinner. A sit-down conversation.â He shakes his head slightly, as if heâs still processing it himself. âThey sent an invitation. No conditions. JustâĶ a request to see me.â I canât tell if thatâs a good thing or a bad thing. His parents and I became a sore subject, one of the few places where his love for me had cost him something. I know how deeply it hurt him when they rej
The One He Let Go   The final goodbye
KellyThe call came in the middle of the night. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. My first thought is that itâs Adrian, maybe heâs checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susanâs name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. âHeâs gone,â she says softly. Two words. Just two words, and for a second, I feel absolutely nothing. I sit there in the dark, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind blank. I should have expected it, Andersonâs health had been failing, and yetâĶ hearing it, knowing itâs real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, itâs different. Susan stays quiet, as if she knows I needed a moment. Then, like a wave finally crashing, it hits. A sharp, aching weight pressing down on my chest. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, and before I can stop it, I let out a small, choked sob. I feel Adrian shift be
The One He Let Go   Goodbye thatâs long overdue
KellyI grip Aidenâs hand tighter as we walk down the hallway, past closed doors and nurses who barely glance at us. His fingers clutch mine, his other hand curled into a fist at his side. I wonder if heâs nervous. If he regrets coming. Because I do. I swallow hard as we stop outside Andersonâs room. The door is slightly ajar, but I donât move. Aiden looks up at me, uncertain. His dark eyes are searching, waiting for me to give him permission to go inside. I force myself to nod. âAre you ready?â He hesitates, then nods back. I push the door open. And we stepped. Anderson looksâĶ different. His skin is pale, almost gray under the harsh hospital lights. The strong, confident posture he once carried is gone, replaced by sunken shoulders and frail limbs tangled in hospital sheets. But his eyes, the sharpness in them, the smug curve of his lips, thatâs still him. His gaze drifts past me, landing on Aiden. And his smirk, despite everything, still appears. âThanks for coming.â Hi
The One He Let Go   The past catches up
Kelly The call came in the middle of the night. My phone buzzes against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep. I blink, groggy, confusion heavy in my head as I fumble for it. Adrian stirs beside me, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over. I donât recognize the number. But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susanâs voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence. âKelly, Iâm sorry for calling so late.â I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach. âWhatâs wrong?âA beat. ThenâĶ.âItâs Anderson. He doesnât have much time.â The words donât sink in right away. My fingers tighten around the phone. âWhat do you mean?â Susan exhales. âHis condition worsened tonight. The doctors donât think heâll make it much longer. If youââ She hesitates. âIf Aiden wants to see him, it has to be soon.â The room feels colder. I glance at the clock. 2:17 AM. The world outside quiet by this moment. But my body knows. My body feels the shift, I felt goo
The One He Let Go   A childâs, A motherâs regret
KellyHarper was avoiding me. It wasnât like the usual tantrums when she was upset over bedtime or not getting a second helping with ice cream. This was different. It had been days now, long enough for the silence to settle like a weight in my chest. She wouldnât sit next to me at breakfast. Wouldnât let me brush her hair. Wouldnât even look me in the eyes when I spoke to her. But she clung to Adrian. If Adrian walked into a room, she was at his side in seconds, grabbing his hand, leaning against him, giggling at every little thing he said. She held onto him like he was her safe place, like she was afraid of something. Or someone. And that someone was me. I didnât know what I had done. But I knew it was breaking me. âĶâĶIt was bedtime when I finally couldnât take it anymore. Adrian had just tucked Harper in, but instead of curling into her blankets the way she usually did, she turned away from me when I walked into the room. I swallowed the hurt and sat on the edge of her be
