LOGINArabella read the name again.EVELYN SINCLAIR.Her mother's name.For several seconds, she couldn't hear anything except the pounding of her own heart. The photograph in Damien's hand showed a woman standing outside a hospital nursery, her face partially hidden by the shadows. She wore a pale dress and held a newborn wrapped in a white blanket.Arabella recognized the delicate gold bracelet on the woman's wrist.She had seen it in an old family portrait.Her mother had worn that bracelet on the day she married her father.“Give me the photograph,” she whispered.Damien handed it over without a word.Arabella examined every detail, searching for something that would prove the image was fake. The woman had Evelyn's long hair, slender fingers, and familiar posture. Even the small scar near her wrist appeared identical to the one mentioned in an old family diary.But none of that explained why Victoria Blackwood had connected her mother to Damien's birth.“Your aunt said my mother gave bi
“This is impossible.”Arabella stared at the photograph in Damien's hand, unable to recognize the woman she had been moments ago. Her thoughts were racing, each one more terrifying than the last.Two newborn babies.Two names.And a message claiming they had been switched.“Who put that box in my room?” she demanded.Thomas looked toward the security guards. “We're checking the surveillance footage, ma'am.”“Then check faster!”The words escaped before she could stop them.Damien glanced at her, seemingly surprised by her outburst. She barely noticed. Her attention remained fixed on the photograph.If the message was true, someone had deliberately switched two newborn babies.But why?And what did it have to do with their fathers?“Give me the photograph,” she said.Damien handed it over.Arabella examined the faded image. The babies were wrapped in identical white blankets, their faces almost indistinguishable. The names had been written in blue ink, but the handwriting was unfamilia
Damien Blackwood had faced hostile takeovers, betrayal from business partners, and threats from men who believed money could buy them the right to challenge him.None of those things had ever made him look afraid.Until now.He stood beside the hospital bed, staring at the photograph in his hand. The woman beside Arabella's father was undeniably Victoria Blackwood. His aunt had the same sharp eyes, elegant features, and perfectly composed smile he remembered from childhood.But the baby in her arms changed everything.“Where did this come from?” he asked Mr. Bennett.The lawyer looked exhausted. “I don't know. It was included with the message sent to me this morning.”“You expect me to believe someone conveniently delivered a photograph that questions my parentage?”“I'm telling you what I know.”Damien's jaw tightened.Arabella watched him carefully. She had never seen him so unsettled. His usual arrogance had disappeared, replaced by an expression that seemed almost vulnerable.She
Arabella couldn't breathe.The photograph lay between her and Damien, its edges slightly bent beneath his fingers. On the back, four words had been written in black ink.THE WRONG MAN DIED.She had seen her father's handwriting countless times throughout her childhood. The message wasn't his. Whoever had written it had used sharp, aggressive strokes, pressing the pen so hard that the marks had nearly pierced the paper.“I didn't know about that message,” she whispered.Damien's eyes remained fixed on her.“Yet you have the photograph.”“My father left it with a letter.”“What letter?”Arabella immediately regretted speaking.His expression changed.“There's a letter?”She looked away.“Arabella.”“I'm not discussing this with you.”He laughed once, without humor.“You're living in my house, wearing my name, and benefiting from an agreement you signed with me. And you expect me to believe you have no idea what's happening?”“I expect you to stop accusing me of crimes I didn't commit!”
Arabella read the sentence three times, hoping the words would somehow change.There is a reason Damien Blackwood must never discover who his father really was.Her father's handwriting was unmistakable. The sharp curves, the uneven spacing, and the small ink blot near the final word were exactly how she remembered them.But the meaning?That was something she couldn't understand.“Mr. Bennett, what does this mean?”The lawyer reached for his glasses and put them on with trembling fingers.“I don't know what your father intended by that sentence.”“Don't lie to me.”“Arabella—”“You recognized the photograph. You knew about the letter. And now you're telling me you have no idea what my father meant?”Mr. Bennett lowered his gaze.She stood, clutching the envelope against her chest.“I have spent years believing that my father's biggest mistake was trusting the wrong business partners. Yesterday, Damien told me my father destroyed his family. Today, someone is threatening me because I
Arabella had never seen a man look at her with so much hatred without saying a single insulting word.Damien Blackwood stood beside his desk, the marriage contract resting between his fingers. His jaw was tight, and the warmth he had shown moments ago had vanished completely.“Answer me,” he demanded. “Did you know who I was before you came here?”Arabella swallowed.“No.”“Did your father ever mention my family?”“My father knew hundreds of people. I don't remember every name he mentioned.”“That's convenient.”Her eyebrows drew together. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”Arabella straightened her shoulders. She might have just signed a contract that would make her his wife, but she wouldn't allow him to treat her like a criminal.“If you have something to accuse me of, say it directly. I'm not going to sit here and guess what goes on inside that arrogant head of yours.”Damien's eyes narrowed.“Your father destroyed my family.”The words struck her like a slap.Arabella stared at him, un







