LOGINOlivia remained shaken by Richard’s recorded confession. The words played over and over in her mind: “I took you from the hospital because someone had already ordered your death.” For years she had interpreted his secrecy as distrust. Now she understood it might have been the only way he knew how to keep her alive. She broke down, wondering how many times he had risked everything for her without ever speaking of it. Lucien stayed beside her without offering empty comfort. “Whatever happened before you knew the truth,” he said quietly, “your father chose you.” Olivia’s voice was barely audible. “And I spent years thinking he was hiding things because I wasn’t worth telling.” The realization cut deeper than any of the earlier revelations. Lucien examined the old recording frame by frame. Richard kept glancing toward something just off-camera. They replayed the video until Olivia recognized the painting hanging behind him, the same painting that had once hung in her childho
Olivia remained frozen after the call ended. The number displayed on her screen was Richard’s. She checked the call log twice to confirm it. There was no mistake. She wanted to drive to the old Carter house at once. Lucien stopped her. “He specifically ordered you to come alone. That’s exactly why you shouldn’t.” Olivia argued that the caller might know something about her father. “That’s exactly why they want you there,” Lucien said. This time she listened. She refused to walk into another trap without a plan. Before going anywhere they returned to the hospital. Richard remained unconscious. His phone was missing from the bedside table. Someone had physically taken it from the room. Olivia asked the nurse who had last entered. The records showed a staff member signed in shortly before the call was made yet the name belonged to no one currently working in the hospital. Someone had used a stolen identity. The enemy still had access to Richard’s room. Lucien investigat
Olivia left the abandoned hotel with her mother’s confession still heavy in her chest. Every answer she received only opened another door she was not prepared to walk through. Exhaustion and anger warred inside her, but one clear purpose remained. She told Lucien they needed to go to the hospital. This time she was not going because she feared Richard might die. She was going because she needed answers only he could give. Lucien offered to wait outside if she wanted privacy. Olivia surprised him. “No. I want you there.” It was a small shift, but it mattered. She still did not trust him completely, yet she no longer saw him only as the man who had destroyed their marriage. Olivia entered Richard’s room and sat beside the bed. He remained unconscious, the machines rising and falling with each assisted breath. She took his hand carefully and began to speak. She told him everything she had discovered about Jonathan Ashford’s name on her birth record, the paternity test, her
Olivia turned around. A masked man stood only a few steps behind her. Her first instinct was to place herself between him and her mother. She demanded to know who he was. He did not answer. Instead he told her she had been searching for the wrong truth. Richard had lied to her. Her mother began to cry. Olivia demanded that the man remove his mask. He refused. He told her the answers would come from her mother, then turned and left the room without another word. Olivia faced her mother at once. “Tell me the truth.” Her mother finally admitted that Richard was not Olivia’s biological father. The words landed like a physical blow. Olivia struggled to understand how everyone closest to her could have kept such a secret for her entire life. Her mother explained that Richard had known from the beginning. He had chosen to raise Olivia as his own daughter without hesitation. “He loved you more than anything,” she said through tears. Olivia asked the next question. “Who is
Olivia 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







