LOGINSerena’s POVThe only face I had ever seen that looked like mine belonged to my daughter, and she was seven years old.Now a woman stood just inside the door with that same face, both hands pressed flat against her chest, as if she was holding something in.She looked to be in her fifties, in a white blouse so clean it seemed out of place in that room. Dark hair pinned back, a few silver strands at the temples. The same brows as mine. The same mouth, pulled tight at one corner the way I pulled mine when I was trying not to cry.Nobody had to tell me who she was.“Serena,” she said. Her voice shook, but she got the whole name out. “They told me you go by Serena now. May I come closer?”I should have said no. A minute ago I had never heard her name. But my mouth wouldn’t work, so I nodded.She crossed the room slowly, like she thought I might disappear if she walked too fast. When she reached the side of my bed, she didn’t touch me. She just looked. Her eyes went over my face, the stitc
Serena’s POVDr. Evans tore open the envelope like it had personally offended him.Nobody breathed.Not me. Not the four men who had refused to leave my bedside for hours, even when the nurses asked them nicely. Even when they were asked not so nicely.“The results are in,” the doctor said, his eyes sliding from my face to theirs.I wanted to tell him to throw it in the bin and let me go on believing this was a very elaborate mistake.But my mouth refused to move.“The DNA test confirms that Mrs Vale shares a father with all four of you,” he said. “She is your half-sister. The probability is 99.99 percent.”Half-sister.He laid the paper on my blanket and slipped out without another word, the way doctors do when they know a room needs to be left alone.Beep.Beep.Beep.The machine beside me was the only one brave enough to keep talking.I waited for it to hit me. The shock. The disbelief. The part where I screamed that they had the wrong woman and asked for my phone.It didn’t come.
Serena’s POV“Who is Nyla?” I frowned.“I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person.”“Not at all.” One of them shifted closer to me.I flinched.He immediately stopped, his eyes filled with something I couldn't quite understand.Was it guilt? Sadness?Or perhaps pity?I didn't know these men. I had never seen them before in my life, yet they were looking at me as though I were someone precious they had lost and only just found.“Please, don't be afraid of us,” the one who had spoken earlier said gently. “We're not going to hurt you.”“Then who are you, and why do you keep calling me Nyla?”“Because that's your name, little sister,” another answered, his voice thick with emotion. “You're Nyla Caldwell. Our baby sister.”I shook my head.“My name is Serena Hart. I'm not Nyla, and I certainly don't have four brothers.”“Serena?” The man standing closest to the window repeated, exchanging a look with the others. “Your medical records say Serena Vale.”My stomach tightened.“That's because I'm
Damian’s POVI looked down at my Patek Philippe wristwatch, a small frown on my face as I wondered why Adrian wasn't here yet.We were supposed to close this deal together, while Roman and Ronan handled the deal at the hotel. But it was already thirty minutes into the meeting, and he was still nowhere to be found.I tried to remain calm despite the anger rising inside me.I wished Dad had paired me with Ronan instead.“This file contains everything we have discussed. You can review it before we proceed with the signing,” the chairman of the board said, handing me the document.“Mr. Caldwell?”A voice called out from the entrance.I looked up to see my personal assistant, Isla. She was holding a ringing phone. My phone.I frowned at her.“How many times have I warned you about taking calls during a meeting?”“I'm sorry, sir, but it's Mr. Adrian. He says it's urgent.”I clenched my teeth as I took the phone.“Excuse me, everyone.”Before I could even say a word, Adrian spoke.“I found N
Marcus’ POVThat image kept coming to me, again and again.The hurt in her eyes when I raised my hand at her.My stomach clenched.I tried to focus on the meeting, but every effort to concentrate was futile.My mind kept going back to her, to the tears that dropped from her eyes.To the way she withdrew from my touch.I should have explained things to her; I should have just told her the truth.What happened between Alicia and me that night was a mistake.All I wanted was for her to be our surrogate. But when we went to the hospital to check if she was healthy enough to carry our child, that was when we found out that she was already having a baby.I wanted to scold her for keeping our hopes high when she knew she was already pregnant, but she reminded me of the night we got drunk while celebrating her return, and then we had sex.“I didn’t want to bring up what happened that night cause I was scared of what it would do to your marriage,” Alicia said with sadness in
Serena's POV“I'm going for prenatal with Alicia; make sure you don't cause trouble while I'm gone.”“Prenatal?” I snapped, eyes wide.“You mentioned surrogacy less than two weeks ago, and Alicia is already pregnant? Is that even how surrogacy works?”“You should have just told me that you cheated on me with Alicia. There was no need to…”My face went the opposite direction almost immediately.Marcus looked down at his hand as though he had merely touched dirt.“Look what you made me do.” He complained. “You know very well that I hate hitting women.”Now it's my fault?He reached for my chin as though he wanted to check how badly he had hurt me, but I stepped away almost too quickly.“Keep your fake sympathy to yourself,” I said, tears running down my face as I rushed upstairs to my room.For the first time in six years, Marcus laid his hand on me.That felt like another level of betrayal entirely.I covered up the mark with makeup as I made my way to Westhaven







