Eunice’s POVWe landed in Portugal and ordered an Uber.If my mother had known I was coming—or if I had informed her beforehand—she would have arranged a perfectly comfortable ride from the airport to her villa. One of those sleek, luxury vehicles with chilled water bottles and soft jazz playing in the background, waiting to receive me the moment I stepped off the plane.But no. This visit was sudden. Unannounced. Deliberately so.I wanted to catch her off guard, to arrive when she least expected me. Because I strongly believed that when she wasn't prepared, when she didn’t have time to rehearse or fabricate, she would have no choice but to tell me the truth. And not just any version of the truth—the raw, unfiltered one.The flight from Green City to Portugal took approximately eight hours, so we arrived in the evening, just as the city lights began to glow against the dusky sky.As the Uber vehicle cruised through the quiet, polished streets, my phone began to ring. Since I had roami
Eunice’s POV“Hello ma’am, the result is ready,” said Dr. Elena on the phone—and my heart sank instantly.We had been told the result would take two to five business days. But it was barely the second day, and already, it was ready. The truth was no longer hiding in the shadows—it was about to be handed to me.“Do you prefer I read out the result to you, or should I send a copy to your email?” she asked calmly, her voice steady on the line.This time, I said nothing. Not that I was scared exactly... but my body was frozen with dread. I was worried—deeply worried—about what the truth might bring.What if he was right?What if Gabriel was actually my half-brother?Everything I had known—or thought I knew—about my family, my past, my very identity, would unravel into lies. I would be forced to question it all, again and again, until I could no longer trust my own memories.Unless you’ve ever been in this exact position, you probably can’t relate. But I hope you can try. Because only then
Tyler’s POV Name: Nikolas Vargas Profession: Actor / Songwriter / Poet Known for: Lover boy roles in Hollywood, not Green City Films Status: Always active on dating sites, as most of his gigs come from there. Biography: …“Yes!” I muttered suddenly, my fist clenching tightly into my palm. The passion behind my voice was raw, a reaction that even surprised me. It was the kind of 'yes' that broke through silence like thunder, loud, impulsive, but full of a kind of desperate hope.That face, I knew I had seen it before. It wasn’t just a passing resemblance. It was Nikolas Vargas. The guy who played charming heartbreakers in films Lola always watched. A Hollywood actor, sure, but what many didn’t know was, he was a Green Citizen. Always in and out of the country, rarely rooted in one place. He was like smoke, present one moment, gone the next.And that was exactly the type of man Eunice had found herself with?It didn’t add up.Don’t get me wrong, Nikolas Vargas could sell love on sc
Tyler’s POVMy back hit the ground hard as they threw me out of the gate. The slam of the iron doors echoed behind me, sealing away any hope I had. Mr. Tiago followed behind the guards, the same ones who had carried me out moments ago like I was a sack of grain.He said nothing. He did nothing. He just silently followed behind them like a powerless shadow. But what could he really do?These weren’t just ordinary security men, they were trained, professional guards. And from the way that particular guard bowed to Josie, it was clear as day that they were military. The discipline in their movements, the authority in their tone, it screamed of elite training. Perhaps Josie had hired them for her protection, or maybe they were undercover operatives assigned to her due to her status.It was something I couldn’t fully explain, a situation I didn’t understand, but had no choice but to accept. It was what it was.So there was no way Tiago could protest on my behalf. If he had tried, they wou
Tyler’s POVI closed my eyes and sighed again, but my heart—pounding against my chest like a war drum—refused to calm down anytime soon. They say a thief who has stolen from a mall becomes terrified at the mere sight of the police, even when the officers aren’t after him. That fear? It’s not from guilt alone. It’s from knowing he’s done wrong and dreading the consequences.That was me.If I hadn’t done Eunice so wrong, I wouldn’t be scared of approaching Mrs. Josie Morgan now. But I had. And I was terrified.Mr. Tiago had confirmed that Mrs. Morgan was a kind woman—that tourists were allowed to approach her. That should’ve been reassuring, but to me, it only made the guilt louder.Even if I wasn’t just a tourist—considering I had once married her daughter—I was technically supposed to be her in-law. I should have had access to her life freely. I could have visited her, dined with her, even hugged her. But now? That door felt permanently shut.I clenched my fist, not out of anger, but
Tyler’s POVWe arrived at the island exactly one hour after our departure. And I was wowed by everything I saw.From the very first glance, it was clear this wasn’t just any island. It had a towering gate at its entrance, the kind you’d expect at a billionaire’s estate, not a tourist destination. Boldly written on it were the words: “The Morgan’s Island.”Four men in suits and dark sunshades stood at the gate. Their hands rested firmly in front of their waists, fingers interlocked as they held their positions like statues. The rigidity in their stance, their unflinching eyes, and the aura they carried left no doubt—they were guards. Trained ones. No one needed to be told; their presence spoke volumes.What surprised me even more was the steady influx of visitors—families, couples, and solo tourists dragging luggage, snapping pictures, chatting excitedly. That’s when it hit me. This island wasn’t just a private estate. Josie Morgan had turned it into a luxury vacation spot. Smart wasn’t