Adrian Kelly’s voice was steady over the phone, but I could hear the exhaustion beneath it. "I’m fine, Adrian. I’m coping," she said, her tone low. I didn’t believe her. The media crisis around her had only gotten worse. Protesters outside her office, articles tearing apart her past, accusations flying without a shred of proof. I ran a hand over my face, gripping the phone tighter. "And the kids?" “Harper and Aiden are doing well. I make sure of it," she replied, the a pause. Then she exhaled softly. "You don’t have to worry about me, Adrian." She was lying. But pressing her wouldn’t help. My fingers hovered over my notes, eyes landing on the old photograph I had found. Evelyn, Davis and a woman who resembled Kelly. My mind had been circling the same question for hours, was this really Kelly’s mother? Was there something she didn’t know? I wanted to ask her. I almost did. But something stopped me. If I was right, this might break her even more. Instead, I sai
KellyIt had been a week since my real identity leaked. Seven days of waking up to my name being torn apart on the news, seven days of watching protesters chant outside my office, demanding that I step down. And today, the board made it official. "For the sake of our public image, we advise you to resign immediately," one of the executives had said, his voice clipped.It wasn’t a request. I sat in my living room, staring at my untouched cup of tea, trying to convince myself that this was just another storm I’d weather. But the truth was, this time felt different. Then came the knock on my door. I already knew who it was. When I opened it, Susan stood there, her face tight with worry. "Kelly….." She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. I shut the door behind her. "You look like you’re about to scold me.""I should," she snapped. "Why didn’t you tell me Aiden was kidnapped?"I exhaled. "Susan—""No, Kelly. Don’t apologize and brush this off," she interrupt
Kelly’s POVSusan pulled me into her arms, her warmth soothing the cold ache settling inside me. I let myself sink into her embrace, my tears soaking into her shoulder as she whispered soft reassurances. "You didn’t deserve any of this," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion. "They should have never done this to you."I wanted to believe that. For a long time, we just sat there, holding each other, until Susan finally pulled back and wiped at her own tear-streaked face. "There’s something I need to tell you," she said carefully. I sniffled. "What now?" "Ava wants to see you." The words hit me like a slap. I stiffened, I was already getting pissed. "No," I said immediately. "Kelly……" "No, Susan. I won’t see her. Ever."Susan sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just listen to me. I wouldn’t even bring it up if I didn’t think it was important. I also heard that Evelyn is nowhere to be found. Maybe Ava knows where she is." I scoffed. "And why the hell would I trust Av
AdrianI paced the room, the picture still clutched in my hand. My fingers tightened around it as the weight of my thoughts pressed down on me. Should I tell Kelly now? Would revealing this earn back her trust, or would it only push her further away? The thought settled deep, like a splinter beneath my skin. Then my phone vibrated on the office table, making me flinch. I exhaled sharply when I saw the name flashing on the screen. Olivia.I had been avoiding her calls for a while now, and honestly, I didn’t feel guilty. Not after the mess she caused between me and Kelly. Even if I knew her intentions had been to help me, but the damage had already been done. Still, I picked up. "Adrian, where the hell have you been?" Olivia’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation. "Busy," I muttered. "Well, get un-busy," she snapped. "I’m at the family house. Mom and Dad want to see you. Now."My brows furrowed. "Why?" "No idea," she said, her tone too casual. "But judging by Mom’s m
Kelly I was still processing what Susan had suggested, and it terrified me. "Adrian came to me the other day. He was asking about your mom—" Susan said.But my phone rang, cutting her off. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach twist. Mom Lewis…..Adrian’s mother. I hesitated, then picked up. Her voice was cold, cutting straight through me. "I want to see you at the house. Now."The line went dead. I lowered the phone, my breath shaky. "Who was that?" Susan asked. "Adrian’s mom. She wants to see me."Susan frowned. "That sounds... serious.""Yeah," I muttered, grabbing my bag. "I think it is."I drove straight to the family house, my mind racing the entire way. By the time I stepped inside, I already knew something was wrong. Adrian, Olivia, and his parents were all in the living room. The tension in the air was suffocating, my anxiety climbed the highest level. I took a breath. "Good evening." No one answered, I swallowed hard. That’s when I knew. This wasn’t
KellyI sat by the passenger seat, it wasn’t uncomfortable sitting right beside Adrain but it was suffocating, especially with everything that had happened between us, I wasn’t going to forgive him that easily.I curled my fingers into my lap, nails pressing into my palms as I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The confrontation with Adrian’s parents still rang in my head, every harsh accusation, every judgmental glare, every word that made me feel like I was nothing. But that wasn’t what had left me speechless. It was Adrian standing up for me. He choose me over his family without hesitation. Even when his mother called me a witch, even when his father demanded he open his eyes to who I really was, even when they all but told him to choose between them and me, he chose me. I stole a glance at him. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard. He was angry. At them. At the situation. At me? I swallowed hard and looked away. This was
KellyMy fingers tapped mindlessly against my knee, but the rest of my body was still, rigid with anticipation. The weight of suspicion pressed down on my chest, making it harder to breathe. Clara was late. Not by much, just a few minutes, but that was enough to make my nerves spike. I had texted her an hour ago, and she had responded immediately. So why the delay now? Susan glanced at me, then at the door. “What if she knows?” she murmured. I swallowed. “Knows what?” “That we’re testing her.” A chill ran down my spine. The thought had crossed my mind, but I shook it off. No, Clara wouldn’t suspect anything. She had no reason to—unless, of course, she really was guilty. The knock at the door made me flinch. Susan’s eyes locked on mine, her expression unreadable. “Showtime.” I forced myself to my feet and walked over, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open. Clara stood there, her smile as bright as always. But tonight, it felt… off. Like she was trying
KellyI barely had time to react before Kate stepped into my path, her face twisted in frustration. I had just walked out of the café, Adrian beside me, when she appeared out of nowhere, blocking my way. “Where is he?” she demanded. I sighed, already exhausted. “Move, Kate.” “Not until you tell me where Dad is,” she snapped. “Where are you keeping him?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Keeping him? Like he’s some kind of hostage?” “You know exactly what I mean,” she bit out. “You moved him. I went to the hospital, and they said he wasn’t there anymore.” I crossed my arms. “And that’s suddenly my problem?” Kate’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t piss me off, Kelly.” “Don’t do what?” I challenged her. “Take care of the man you conveniently forgot about? The man you refused to help when he needed you the most?” She flinched, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down. “I had my reasons.” “Right.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You always have your reasons, don’t you, Kate? You had your
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 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 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 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, he’s 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've….." Then my phone buzzed. Unknown Number. My chest tightened. Before I even picked up, I knew. I answered, my voice low, shaking even. "Hello?” For a second, there was nothing. Then—a low dark chuckle. Air left my lungs immediately. That voice…..the voice I had hoped I'd never hear again. Davis….. “Hello, Kelly.” A violent shudder ran through me. Like ice crawling up my spine. My fingers tightened around the phone. "Wher
Kelly The moment I stepped into my father’s hospital room, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d 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, that’s 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. “Dad?” My voice was hoarse. Nothing. My pulse skyrocketed as my hands trembled at my sides. “Dad?” 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
Kelly The moment my fingers gripped the hospital doors, I pushed them open and stepped out into the night. Cold air hit my face, but it did nothing to steady my trembling hands. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as I tried to process what had just happened. He was free, and he had wasted no time letting me know. My phone was still in my hand, the message glaring up at me. I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. I needed to call Adrian. My fingers fumbled as I pressed his name in my contacts. It barely rang twice before he picked up. “Kelly?” His voice was sharp, alert. “Are you okay?” I tried to speak, but my voice cracked. “He’s out.” A brief silence. Then, his tone turned lethal. “What did you just say?” I sucked in a breath, my grip tightening on the phone. “Davis. He won his appeal. He’s out. And—” My throat went dry. “He texted me.” Adrian’s breathing turned heavy. “What did he say?” I hesitated before reading it aloud. “Did you miss me, K
KellyI shouldn’t be here. That thought clung to me like a plague as I stepped into my father’s hospital room for the second day in a row. I didn’t owe this man anything, not my time, not my patience, and certainly not my concern. But somehow, here I was again, standing at his bedside, waiting for a truth I wasn’t even sure I wanted to hear. Dad looked worse than yesterday. His skin was pale, his features hollow, but his eyes, those sharp, calculating eyes, still held an unsettling expression. His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “Back again, Kelly?” I clenched my jaw. “I’m giving you the chance to finish what you started yesterday.” His expression changed, but he said nothing. I stepped closer, folding my arms. “You said I wanted to know the truth. Fine. I’m here. Say it.” Silence. His fingers twitched against the blanket, but he still didn’t speak. My patience snapped, I was getting tired of pretending like he wasn’t getting on nerves. “For o
AdrianI was running out of options. Sitting in my office, staring at the endless reports on my desk, I felt the weight of frustration pressing down on me. I had been trying to find Evelyn, searching every lead, following every possible clue, but I was hitting dead ends. It was like chasing a ghost. I ran a hand through my hair, my jaw tightening. There had to be another way. If I couldn’t find Evelyn directly, maybe I could start somewhere else, somewhere closer to home. Maybe Kelly’s family held the answers I was looking for. I leaned forward, opening a new search window on my laptop. I’d never paid much attention to the Brook family’s history before, but now, something told me I needed to. I started with Jadeline Brook, Kelly’s mom. But her records were relatively clean, business dealings, investments, a sharp mind for profit. There was nothing too suspicious, at least nothing that connected to what I was looking for. Kate Brook. I didn’t even need to dig much into her. H
Kelly’s POV Hospitals always made me uneasy. But I forced myself to move forward, gripping the bag of fresh clothes and fruit I had brought for my father. I had visited him a few times already, but it was never easy. I wasn’t sure if would ever be. Standing outside his room, I exhaled, pushing past the hesitation, and knocked lightly before stepping in. The sight of him, frail but still sharp-eyed, sent a familiar feeling of conflicted emotions through me. He was sitting up in bed, staring out of the small hospital window, lost in thought. When he heard me enter, he turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto mine. And for the first time since I started visiting him…his eyes were clear. There was no confusion. No dazed look that came with his worsening dementia. He was present, and something about that unnerved me. “Dad,” I greeted softly, setting the bag down on the small table beside his bed. “I brought you some things. Thought you might want fresh clothes.” He didn’t