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Chapter 5 – Blood Ties

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Silence.

The word hung in the air like a thunderclap.

Liana stared at the man beside her, her mind refusing to process what he had just said. Superstar Dante Carver—the nation’s darling, the voice that filled stadiums, the face plastered across magazines—was sitting inches away, gazing at her with a softness she didn’t understand.

And he had called her… sister.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her pulse thudded in her ears, faster and faster until the room itself seemed to sway.

“You must be mistaken,” she whispered finally, shaking her head. “I don’t have brothers. I grew up in a small town. My parents—” She stopped, swallowing hard. Even now, the bitterness of her childhood clung to her tongue. The parents who had chosen debts and obligations over her happiness, who had married her off to Victor like she was nothing but currency.

Leo’s steady, unblinking gaze broke into her spiraling thoughts. “He’s not mistaken.”

Her head whipped toward him. “You too?”

Leo leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk, his fingers steepled together. The tycoon’s presence filled the room like a storm cloud, suffocating and certain. “Liana, we’ve been searching for you for years. Dante speaks the truth. You are blood of the Carvers.”

Her breath caught. The Carvers. The family name she had heard whispered in awe and fear. A dynasty that shaped industries and governments alike. Titans of wealth and power.

She shook her head harder, as if that could shake off their words. “No. No, this… this is insane. If I were your sister, wouldn’t I have known? My parents—”

“They weren’t your real parents,” Dante said gently, his hand inching across the table as if he longed to hold hers but didn’t dare. “You were taken in as an infant. Hidden. Lost to us.” His voice softened even further, carrying that lyrical warmth that made millions fall in love with his songs. “And now, finally, we’ve found you.”

Liana pushed back her chair, rising to her feet. “No. You can’t just come into my life and— and throw this at me like it’s some kind of fairytale.” Her chest heaved. “Do you even hear yourselves? Billionaire tycoons, superstars, lawyers… and I’m supposed to believe I belong to you?”

Leo stood as well, his towering frame casting her into shadow. His voice cut through her panic like a blade. “Believe it or not, the truth doesn’t bend for your comfort.”

Her throat tightened. His harshness, his certainty—it rattled her, but it also sparked something inside. A tiny flicker of fear, yes, but also… a strange sense of recognition. As if a part of her had always known she didn’t belong where she had been.

Dante shot Leo a glare. “Ease up. She’s in shock.”

Leo’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue.

The door opened then, breaking the charged silence. Cassian Carver stepped inside, the lawyer’s sharp eyes flicking from Leo to Dante, then landing on Liana. Unlike the other two, his expression carried no surprise—only calm certainty, like a puzzle piece finally falling into place.

“You told her,” Cassian said evenly.

Dante gave a half-smile. “I couldn’t help it.”

Liana’s knees nearly gave out. She gripped the back of her chair to steady herself. “You too?” she whispered, her voice raw.

Cassian nodded once. “I am your brother. We all are.” His tone was different from Leo’s steel and Dante’s warmth—measured, deliberate, as if he knew she needed facts more than comfort. “DNA tests have confirmed it. The resemblance is obvious. But more than that—your birth records, the trail we’ve uncovered, it all leads back to you. You are Liana Carver, the youngest of us.”

The room tilted. She struggled to breathe.

“No…” Her voice cracked. “All my life I was treated like I was nothing. Like a burden. My parents married me off to Victor because they couldn’t pay their debts. And now you’re telling me that wasn’t my real life? That I actually belong to you?”

“You were stolen from us,” Cassian said quietly. “Stolen, and hidden where no one would think to look. Do you truly believe a man like Victor Hale could have married you without powerful strings being pulled? Someone knew who you were. They hid the truth for their own gain.”

Her hands trembled. Victor. Her so-called parents. Every cruel word, every night she lay awake wondering why she was never enough—it all flashed through her mind, now twisted with a new, unbearable question.

If she wasn’t theirs… then who was she?

Dante stepped forward then, his voice gentle but certain. “You’re ours.” He finally reached for her hand, and this time, she didn’t pull away fast enough. His fingers were warm, steady. “You’re my sister, Liana. And I swear to you, I will never let anyone hurt you again.”

Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry.

Leo’s voice rumbled like distant thunder. “Victor Hale is finished. With us at your back, he won’t dare breathe in your direction.”

Cassian adjusted his glasses, his tone clinical yet protective. “The divorce will strip him bare. Every asset he tried to claim from you will return tenfold.”

“And the world will know,” Dante added fiercely, his eyes glinting. “You’re not alone anymore. You’re a Carver.”

Liana swayed, caught between disbelief and the fierce certainty in their eyes. Three men of unimaginable power, all claiming her as their own. Brothers. Blood.

“I…” Her voice broke. She bit her lip, clutching Dante’s hand tighter before forcing herself to pull away. “I don’t know if I can believe this yet.”

“You don’t have to,” Cassian said, softer now. “We’ll prove it to you. With evidence. With truth. All we ask is that you don’t run.”

Her heart pounded. Run? A part of her wanted to. But another part, deep inside—the part that had always longed for a place where she belonged—ached to stay.

Finally, she whispered, “Then show me.”

Three pairs of eyes locked on her, each carrying a different promise: Leo’s ruthless protection, Cassian’s razor-sharp logic, Dante’s unconditional warmth.

And for the first time in years, Liana felt the faintest glimmer of something she thought she’d lost forever.

Hope.

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