Romans de Godswill Etim

Damon’s POVI skimmed through the headings and a bunch of other details that didn’t make any sense to me.My chest tightened as my gaze dropped to the result section.For a moment there, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. I blinked slowly as if that would rearrange the words into something favorable.There wasn’t any change, still the same result. Probability of Paternity: 0.00%My grip on the file tightened instantly, my blood slowly beginning to boil with rage. Probability of Paternity: 0.00%.That could be true.I read it again, slower this time.As if maybe the zero’s would change if I gave them enough time to correct themselves.That didn’t happen, they remained the same. A sharp exhale slipped out from my lips before I could even stop it.“No,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. My fingers curled against the edge of the paper, crumpling it slightly. Prince wasn’t my son. The thought of it was more painful than the result itself. It really hit me hard, like a blow to

Three days Later….Damon’s POV Three days had passed already—three days of wearing a fake smile, three days of pretending that everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I pulled into the hospital parking lot, the engine slowly going quiet.For a moment, I leaned back in my seat staring at the building that loomed in front of me. Questions clawed at my mind. What if it was true? What if Prince wasn’t my son? What if Camilla had been lying to me all this while?Maybe I shouldn’t have done it.The thought had been haunting me since the moment I handed over that hair sample to the doctor. What if I had just left things the way they were?My jaw tightened.Because now… there was no going back.I was still lost in thought when a knock on the side glass snapped me out of my daze.I shifted slightly in my seat, turning to the side. A young boy stood there, no older than eight or nine, his small fingers pressed against the window. Beside him w

Clara’s POV“Mom… that man… it’s him again,” Maurice said suddenly as I tried to tie his shoes.“Hmm?” I paused, my brows knitting in confusion.He pointed ahead, his small finger steady, and I followed his gaze.The elevator doors were sliding shut, but I managed to catch a brief glimpse of someone before they closed completely. Something about him felt familiar.“You said who is the man again?” I asked, turning back to Maurice.His lips parted slowly, but then—“Clara Hayes?” a feminine voice called, cutting through the moment.Maurice and I turned to the nurse who wore a light blue scrub. I straightened, my eyes shifting to her tag. Grace Sins. That was the name written boldly on the tag.Snapping out of my fixed gaze at her, I forced a small smile.“Yes… I’m Clara.”She managed to smile back, her gaze dropping to Maurice before returning to me. “Dr. Evan Grant is ready to see you. Please come with me.” I nodded gently, taking Maurice by the hand. She led us down the hallway

Clara’s POV“Mom… that man… it’s him again,” Maurice said suddenly as I tried to tie his shoes.“Hmm?” I paused, my brows knitting in confusion.He pointed ahead, his small finger steady, and I followed his gaze.The elevator doors were sliding shut, but I managed to catch a brief glimpse of someone before they closed completely. Something about him felt familiar.“You said who is the man again?” I asked, turning back to Maurice.His lips parted slowly, but then—“Clara Hayes?” a feminine voice called, cutting through the moment.Maurice and I turned to the nurse who wore a light blue scrub. I straightened, my eyes shifting to her tag. Grace Sins. That was the name written boldly on the tag.Snapping out of my fixed gaze at her, I forced a small smile.“Yes… I’m Clara.”She managed to smile back, her gaze dropping to Maurice before returning to me. “Dr. Evan Grant is ready to see you. Please come with me.” I nodded gently, taking Maurice by the hand. She led us down the hallway

Damon’s POV My heart dropped hard into my stomach immediately I heard her voice. I quickly tucked the strand of hair into my pocket, before turning to meet her gaze. A small frown tugged across her lips, her eyes studying my frame in suspicion— that wasn’t a good stare. “I was just checking his temperature,” I lied smoothly with a calm, practiced smile sliding across my face. “He earlier complained about running a little fever.” Camilla frown lingered, but she nodded slowly, seemingly accepting the explanation. I exhaled silently, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue, but necessary. Until I had the necessary proof I needed, I couldn’t say anything about what I had uncovered yet. “The food would soon get cold,” Camilla said, her eyes shifting from me to Prince. “Yeah. The food!” I exclaimed, before gently stirring Prince from his sleep.“Come on, boy. It’s morning already—you wouldn’t want to be late for school.”I made sure my voice was as cheerful as possible. I wouldn’t wa

Damon’s POV The room felt smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were pressing in. My mind was instantly clouded by confusion that I couldn’t even think or fathom anything else except the voice.“That boy isn’t his, and you know it.”I lowered the phone, letting my back slide against the wall as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold me.For six years, I had been living a lie. I clenched my jaw as a single, terrifying question seeped into my mind: if Prince wasn’t mine, then whose child was he?My gaze shifted to Camilla— this had to be some sort of prank. She was lying peacefully on the bed, her arms curled up in the sheets while I burned with frustration. I could barely hold back my anger as I kept watching her figure on the bed. My hand curled into a fist, and I pushed away from the wall, striding toward her in fury.I stopped just as I was about to tap her awake. She was only going to gaslight me and feed me lies, so why even ask in the first place?Everything was alread