An Accidental Heir For The Ceo

LIORA The scent of roasted chicken and garlic filled the house like a cruel joke even when my step mom knows I am allergic to garlic, she still wouldn’t stop cooking with garlic.I stood by the dining room entrance, my arms folded tightly across my chest, my stomach aching from hunger. The golden-brown meat glistened under the light as my stepmother, Veronica, dished generous portions onto three plates—none of which were mine.Kiara, my step sister, sat at the table, she looked radiant in her designer top, her freshly manicured nails clicking against her phone screen. She didn’t even look up when I entered. Veronica finally spoke without glancing at me. “You can stand there. I’ll tell you when you can move.”My mouth tightened, but I said nothing. Speaking only made things worse. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, the faint creak of my knuckles the only sound I allowed myself. My feet ached from a long day at my part-time job, but now here I am again.Minutes turned into an h

Emilia kept pacing around the doctor’s office. “How do I even tell my husband his sperm went missing? How? And what do we do about the young lady—you ruined her life. How can you let another woman carry my husband’s sperm? You just ruined everything. Just so you know, Doctor, I paid you millions, but you couldn’t even do one thing properly!”“I am very sorry,” the doctor said, swallowing hard. “We will need your husband’s sperm again. That’s the only way out.”Emilia turned sharply. “And what pathetic nurse mixed our files? Where is she? She needs to be sacked.”The door creaked and Maria rushed in, her face pale. Emilia didn’t wait—her hand flew with precision and slapped her hard across the cheek.Maria gasped, stunned silent.“An ordinary nurse in charge of sensitive files, and you couldn’t even differentiate between me and a random nobody?” Emilia shouted, her voice breaking.“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Maria whispered, clutching her stinging cheek. “All I know is… she came with a frie

Too close to be a coincidence.Emilia slowly looked up. “Sorry to ask… Do you have a sibling? Or an aunt, cousin—anyone by the name Liora Westley?”Kiara’s eyes darted.“Liora?” she echoed, too quickly. “No… I haven’t heard that name. I have a brother, not a sister. I don’t know any Liora.”Emilia’s lips curved—but it wasn’t a smile. It was something colder.“Oh, that’s a shame. Because if you do know her, I’d really appreciate the help. I’m willing to offer money for it. Since you’re Westley… and she’s Westley… I feel like there has to be a link.”Kiara’s breath hitched.“I—don’t—”“Twenty million,” Emilia interrupted sharply. Her voice was like velvet soaked in poison. “Cash. Wire. However you want it.”Kiara’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Her fingers clutched the edge of her folder.“I told you I don’t know her,” she said again, but there was hesitation now. The kind that Emilia could smell.“Fifty million and I am going to hire you as my personal assistant.” She s

LIORALucan let out a deep breath. “Emilia, what do you think we should do?” he asked, his voice low, the question aimed at dissolving the quiet that had settled like dust over the table.Emilia blinked, then smiled—slow, controlled, the kind of smile that measured people and found their faults. “I was waiting for you to ask my opinion,” she said, tone honeyed. “Leave her to me. I’ll arrange an apartment, somewhere discrete. She can live there—out of sight. It’s safer for everyone.”Lucan’s fingers drummed once on the table. For a heartbeat I thought he might agree. Then he shook his head. “No,” he said simply. “You don’t have to worry. She can stay. I don’t think she trusts anyone right now. She can live here for a while. I’ll monitor her.”“Lucan,” Emilia’s voice tightened, an edge sharpening, “you are a busy man. You don’t even need to associate with someone of her… station. You are a lady and I am—” Her chin lifted. Pride like a drawn blade.“That’s why I said I’ll handle her,” he