Kelly I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t about to walk into Davis’s trap alone. But I also knew one thing, if we didn’t find my father fast, Davis would make sure I never saw him alive again. Thinking about it alone, brings me to my knees. Adrian’s grip on the steering wheel was tight as we drove through the streets. His jaw was locked, his eyes hard, watchful. “We need a lead,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice. “Something. Someone. He didn’t just vanish.” Adrian’s fingers drummed against the wheel. Then, he said.“I know a guy.” I exhaled sharply. That was all we needed. ……..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. “C’mon, Paul,” Adrian muttered, crouching down to his level. “You were Davis’s right-hand man for years. You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?” I watched as Adrian became a gangster while interroga
Kelly I didn’t 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 Davis’s 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 wasn’t public either, because Kate disowned me as her sister, and she never wanted it public either, so why now?The re
Kelly I had spent my entire life facing cameras. But this was different. This wasn’t a music concert nor a live broadcast. This wasn’t 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 father’s 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t just enjoying this, she was thriving in it. And in her hand? Lay a white envelope. The DNA test or so…..Kate took the microphone, her expression full of fake sorrow."I
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 father’s 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 didn’t just want to take the inheritance, she wanted to get rid of me. "Kelly." Adrian’s 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 wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. And then, my phone vibrated. I flinched, heart hammering. Unknown number. "Davis." A chuckle. Slow. Taunting.. "You’re running out of time, Kelly."My stomach knotted. "Where is he?" "I love it when
Kelly The warehouse was pitch-black, the only source of light coming from the streetlamp outside. I was tired of Davis’s 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. ”I’m 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
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.“Davis!” 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. “Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe, okay?” Davis let out a low, pained groan, his body twitching under her hands. His eyes flutt
Kelly Clara’s scream ripped through the warehouse, raw and filled with fury. “CALL 911!” Her voice was hoarse, shaking with unrestrained rage as she clutched Davis. Adrian kept his gun raised, watching her carefully, but Lucian hadn’t moved. And me? I was still trying to breathe. Still trying to process everything she had just said. Davis groaned weakly beneath her, his body barely twitching. His hand, shaking and slick with blood, tried to move, reaching for Clara. His fingers barely brushed against her arm, and his lips parted, voice so faint I almost didn’t hear it. “C-Clara…” It was a whisper, but it was loud enough for anyone to hear. Clara gasped, her anger slightly faltering. She turned toward him, eyes wide with panic, pressing down harder on his wound. “I’m here! I’m right here, Davis. Just, just hold on, okay? I’ll get you out of here, I swear.” Davis’s fingers curled weakly, as if trying to hold onto her, but his movements were sluggish, his body growing l
Adrian Clara’s hands were shaking. Her grip on the gun was tight, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her breathing was ragged, uneven, as if she were struggling to keep herself from breaking apart entirely. She had been screaming just moments ago. Now, she was silent. Davis’s blood was still on her hands, staining her skin, seeping into her clothes. His body lay motionless on the floor, his fingers still curled from the last desperate attempt to hold onto her. And now, all that was left was she and the gun. Kelly stood frozen a few feet away, her face pale, her eyes wide with something between shock and sorrow. Neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was Clara’s shallow breathing, the gun trembling in her grasp as she pointed it at Kelly’s chest. I stepped forward. Slowly. Carefully. “Clara,” I said, keeping my voice level. “Put the gun down.” She didn’t look at me. Her gaze was locked onto Kelly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Her lips parted slight
Dear Readers, I can’t believe we’ve reached the end of Kelly’s 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. Kelly’s journey wasn’t 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, Kelly’s 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.
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. It’s 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. Adrian’s 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,
KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, I’m here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrian’s hand so tightly that I’m sure I’ve cut off his circulation. My body feels like it’s being torn apart, and yet, I push. “Just a little more, Kelly!” the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They aren’t the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. “You’re almost there,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. “I’ve got you.” Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know if it’s 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. “It’s a girl!” A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughter’s first sounds. I did it. She’s here. Adrian presses a
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 café. 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. ‘Hungry. Please help.’My breath catches. Kate. She’s 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 doesn’t notice me at fir
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. It’s peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. “My parents,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “They want to talk.” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Talk… as in?” “As in dinner. A sit-down conversation.” He shakes his head slightly, as if he’s still processing it himself. “They sent an invitation. No conditions. Just… a request to see me.” I can’t tell if that’s 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
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 it’s Adrian, maybe he’s checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susan’s name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. “He’s gone,” 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, Anderson’s health had been failing, and yet… hearing it, knowing it’s real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, it’s 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
KellyI grip Aiden’s 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 he’s nervous. If he regrets coming. Because I do. I swallow hard as we stop outside Anderson’s room. The door is slightly ajar, but I don’t 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. “Are you ready?” He hesitates, then nods back. I push the door open. And we stepped. Anderson looks… 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, that’s still him. His gaze drifts past me, landing on Aiden. And his smirk, despite everything, still appears. “Thanks for coming.” Hi
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 don’t recognize the number. But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susan’s voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence. “Kelly, I’m sorry for calling so late.” I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach. “What’s wrong?”A beat. Then….“It’s Anderson. He doesn’t have much time.” The words don’t sink in right away. My fingers tighten around the phone. “What do you mean?” Susan exhales. “His condition worsened tonight. The doctors don’t think he’ll make it much longer. If you—” She hesitates. “If Aiden wants to see him, it has to be soon.” 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
KellyHarper was avoiding me. It wasn’t 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 wouldn’t sit next to me at breakfast. Wouldn’t let me brush her hair. Wouldn’t 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 didn’t know what I had done. But I knew it was breaking me. ……It was bedtime when I finally couldn’t 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