LOGINOlivia stared at the darkened screen of her phone long after the call ended. Her mother’s frightened breathing still echoed in her ears. The location the man had given burned in her mind. She reached for her keys. Lucien stopped her. “He ordered you to come alone. Walking into an unknown place without any plan could get both of you killed.” Olivia’s voice cracked with desperation. “They have my mother.” “I’m not trying to control you,” Lucien said, steady and low. “I’m trying to keep you alive.” After a long, painful silence she agreed to let him help on one condition. If her mother was harmed because of any decision he made, she would never forgive him. Lucien contacted the one security officer he still trusted completely. He ordered the man to track their location from a distance without being seen, and he sent the address to a contact who had no connection to the Ashford family. He refused to involve Victor. Olivia noticed the caution. “Why?” “Because I don’t know w
The gunshot echoed through the dark storage facility. Olivia dropped to the floor on instinct, clutching the paternity report against her chest. Lucien pulled her behind a heavy metal cabinet before the second echo had faded. The lights remained out. The only sound was their own breathing and the distant drip of water somewhere in the corridor. “Are you hit?” she whispered. “I’m fine.” Lucien’s voice was low and steady. Another soft scrape of movement came from the hallway. Someone was advancing toward them with deliberate care. Lucien understood at once: the attacker was not there to frighten them. He was there to recover the report. He reached for the document. Olivia shook her head and held it tighter. She knew it might be the only remaining proof of the truth. Lucien did not argue. Instead he told her to hide it. While he created a distraction by knocking over a stack of empty boxes, Olivia tore the report free of its folder and slipped it inside her clothing. The attack
Olivia stared at Lucien after the phone call ended. The possibility that Victor Ashford could be connected to her birth felt almost impossible to process. The room around them seemed too small, the air too thin. She asked the question directly, voice low and unsteady. “Could your father be my biological father?” Lucien was visibly shaken. He told her they did not know that yet the damaged report proved nothing conclusive. Olivia’s anger rose at once. Everyone kept telling her to wait while the truth remained hidden. She asked whether Lucien had known anything about her before they married. He swore he had known nothing about the paternity test. Olivia did not fully believe him. The silence between them carried years of unanswered questions. Lucien examined the damaged laboratory report more carefully. Something important stood out. The document contained no final result, only the request for testing and the identification of the person who had provided the sample. The actual
Olivia stared at the Ashford signature on the copy of her birth record. The ink was faded but clear. She held it beside one of the documents they had taken from the abandoned property an old contract bearing the signature of Lucien’s father. The resemblance was unmistakable. “Was it Victor?” she asked. Lucien could not deny the similarity. The loops, the pressure of the pen, the way the final letter trailed off all of it looked the same. Olivia’s voice rose. “Why would Victor Ashford sign a document connected to my birth three days before I was even born?” Lucien had no explanation. He only shook his head. Olivia’s mother, standing in the doorway, grew visibly distressed. She stepped forward and spoke in a low, urgent tone. “Stop asking these questions in this house. Someone may be listening.” Olivia refused to let the truth slip away again. She faced her mother directly. “What happened before I was born? Why was Victor there?” Her mother finally admitted that Victor
Olivia and Lucien returned to the Carter home after the call from her mother. The house felt unnaturally quiet the moment they stepped inside. Olivia called out, searching every room. Her mother’s phone still rested on the dining table. Her handbag sat beside it. But her mother was nowhere to be found. Fear rose quickly. Olivia moved from room to room, calling her name with increasing urgency. Lucien checked the doors and windows. There were no signs of forced entry. Then Olivia noticed a single photograph lying on the dining table. It showed her mother holding her as a newborn. On the back, in careful handwriting, were the words: “You should have told her years ago.”Olivia realized her mother had expected this confrontation and had prepared for it. Hours later her mother finally returned. Olivia confronted her at once. She demanded to know who Victor Ashford had been to her, why Richard knew him, why her birth date appeared in Richard’s hidden records, and why everyone h
Olivia turned toward the voice. A man stood in the doorway of the abandoned study, framed by the dim light from the hallway. She did not recognize his face, yet he spoke her name with the quiet certainty of someone who had known it for years. Lucien stepped between them at once, body tense. “Who are you?” The stranger ignored the question. His eyes remained fixed on Olivia. “Your father knew this day would come,” he said. Olivia’s grip tightened on the edge of the desk. “Where did that photograph come from?” “Richard left it here deliberately.” “Why?” The man smiled, small and knowing. “Because he knew you would eventually stop trusting everyone.” Before she could demand more answers, the lights went out. Lucien pulled Olivia away from the doorway. Footsteps sounded somewhere below them, followed by the heavy click of the front door locking from the outside. Panic rose in Olivia’s chest. Lucien moved through the darkness, searching for another exit. Every window







