LOGINChapter 3
The moment they stepped out the front door, a sudden, loud crack of thunder shook the whole sky. The clouds burst, and a massive downpour slammed into the ground. The rain fell in heavy, blinding sheets, completely soaking the perfect, neat driveway. Iris gasped, shivering from the biting cold of the wind. Riley didn’t hesitate for a second. She held her large handbag over Iris's head to block the water, and pulled a spare jacket off her own shoulders to wrap around the little girl, protecting her completely from the storm. Riley's own hair and clothes were instantly soaked through, the wet fabric sticking heavily to her skin, but she didn’t care. She was determined to leave that house tonight, and nothing...not Fredrick, and certainly not the bad weather...was going to stop her. Hailing a passing taxi, Riley ushered Iris into the back seat, her heart pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and exhaustion. “Take us to the suburbs,” she told the driver, giving him her uncle's address. It was her only immediate option. But when the taxi pulled up to the modest suburban home, reality dealt a brutal blow. Her uncle stood at the front door, looking at his soaked, disheveled niece through the screen. He didn't even unlatch the lock. “You can’t stay here, Riley,” he said, his voice entirely devoid of warmth. “Fredrick already called. He told us what you did. We can’t get involved in this. We rely on his business connections, and I won't risk my family's livelihood for your marriage drama. You need to leave.” “Uncle, please,” Riley begged, her voice cracking as the rain poured down behind her. She pointed to Iris, who was shivering under the wet jacket. “Just let us spend the night. It’s midnight, and it’s pouring. Look at her. Just one night.” “No, Riley. Find a hotel.” He closed the heavy wooden door, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot. Riley stood on the porch, a bitter, hollow laugh escaping her lips. What was she expecting? Her family were all sycophants—ass-lickers who cared more about Fredrick's wealth and status than their own blood. Fredrick had clearly called them immediately, orchestrating this isolation just to teach her a lesson, to make her see that she was nothing without him. But as she walked back to the taxi, her jaw clenched. She was going to prove them all wrong. She didn't need their help. “Driver, take us to the nearest hotel,” Riley said, her voice shaking but resolute. When they arrived at the first hotel, a mid-range establishment with a glowing vacancy sign, Riley hurried Iris inside the lobby. But the clerk behind the desk took one look at her ID, froze, and typed quickly into his computer. “I'm sorry, ma'am,” the clerk said, his eyes darting away guiltily. “We have no rooms available.” “The sign outside says vacancy,” Riley countered, her chest tightening. “It's a system error. You have to leave.” Riley couldn't believe it. She took a taxi to the next hotel, and then another. Every single time, the response was the exact same variation of cold rejection. One man. One powerful, wealthy man had completely blacklisted her with a few phone calls. In this world, the rich controlled and ruled the poor, and Fredrick was using every ounce of his power to break her spirit, to force her to come crawling back. But she refused to break. As they walked out of the fourth hotel lobby, back into the freezing rain, Iris’s small hand tugged weakly at Riley's damp dress. “Mommy?” Iris’s voice was incredibly faint, muffled by the sound of the downpour. “Why won't they let us in? Did I do something wrong? Is it because of my birthday?” Riley’s heart shattered into a million pieces. She immediately dropped to her knees on the wet pavement, leveling herself with her daughter. She grabbed Iris's shivering shoulders, forcing a gentle tone despite the panic clawing at her throat. “No, baby. No, oh my god, no. You did nothing wrong. It’s just… it’s a big misunderstanding with the rooms, okay? Don’t worry, Mommy is going to find us a place to sleep very soon. I promise.” "Why then did Daddy say those things?" The little girl asked. "Why did he say I'm not his? Did I do something wrong? Did I make him mad because I asked if he was coming to the party? Is that why everyone hates us? Is it my fault?" The questions broke Riley’s heart more, she didn't know her daughter heard what Fredrick had said earlier. The cruelty of leaving a child to wonder if her very existence was a mistake, made Riley's blood boil all over again. The thought made her hate for him multiply. He's a silly excuse of a father and she'll make sure he doesn't come close to her daughter. "Listen to me, Iris," Riley said, her voice fiercely absolute as she cupped her daughter's hot face, forcing the girl to look at her. "You listen to Mommy right now. You are the best thing that ever happened to this world. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Your father... Fredrick was just pissed because of a failed business deal. His words do not define you. If you want to know how special you are, then listen to mommy's words. Because I birthed you. I'll tell you who you are. Do you understand me? You are my beautiful, perfect daughter, and no one... absolutely no one... should make you feel otherwise." Iris stared at her, her eyes glassy with fever, but a tiny, fragile nod indicated she had heard. "Okay, Mommy..." Iris whispered. "Good. Now mommy will find a place for you to lay your head." She tried standing but her daughter left fingers held her hands, stopping her. “Mummy…” she whispered. Her small right fingers brushed against Riley's cheek. Her hand felt burning hot, completely contrasting with the freezing rain. “Mummy, I don’t feel fine,” she murmured, her eyes rolling back slightly. Before Riley could even reach out to catch her, Iris’s knees buckled, and her small body went completely limp, collapsing onto the wet, dark asphalt. “Iris!” Riley shrieked, her voice tearing through the night air. She scooped her daughter's lifeless frame into her arms, pulling her against her chest. Iris was completely unresponsive, her face pale under the streetlights. In that exact instant, the rain pouring down on them felt like ice, and Riley felt her entire world crumble into nothingness.Chapter 104Evelyn's office smelled like coffee and printer toner by the time Riley and Ashton arrived the next morning, files stacked in uneven towers across every flat surface, evidence of a woman who'd clearly worked through most of the night."Sit," Evelyn said, not looking up from her laptop. "I've been chasing your nickname since you called me at midnight.""And?" Riley perched on the edge of the chair across from her desk, hands clasped so tight her knuckles had gone pale."And I want to caution you both before I say another word." Evelyn finally looked up, her expression unusually careful. "Grace gave you a fragment. A nickname, secondhand, filtered through a decade of memory and fear. That's not proof. That's a starting point, and starting points can lead you somewhere real, or they can lead you somewhere that costs you everything if you act on it too fast.""We understand," Ashton said. "Show us what you found." Evelyn turned her laptop screen toward them. "I pulled every
Chapter 103Riley found Iris awake when she got home that night, curled on the living room couch under a blanket with the television murmuring low, Aniya dozing upright in the armchair beside her."She wouldn't sleep until you got back," Aniya whispered, stirring awake as Riley stepped through the door. "Said she wanted to wait up. I tried, Riley, I promise I tried.""It's okay." Riley crossed the room and sank onto the couch beside her daughter, and Iris blinked up at her, sleepy and solemn in a way that had become far too familiar these past weeks."You went to see the lady who might know the truth," Iris said. Not a question. Riley had stopped trying to shield her from the broad strokes of what was happening days ago, after the school fence, after realizing that silence only ever left room for someone crueler to fill in the blanks."I did." Riley smoothed a hand over Iris's hair, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "It's late, baby. You should be asleep.""Did she tell you who it
Chapter 102Grace Malu called on a Tuesday, nine days after she'd pushed them out of her office and locked the door behind them.Riley was folding laundry when her phone rang from an unknown number, and something in her gut told her to answer before she'd even fully registered the ring."Is this Riley?" The voice was hushed, urgent, unmistakably Grace. "I don't have long. I need you to listen carefully."Riley's heart slammed into her throat. She dropped the shirt she'd been folding and pressed the phone hard against her ear. "I'm listening. I'm right here.""Not on the phone," Grace said. "There's a diner off Route 9, past the old grain mill, about forty minutes outside the city. Rosie's. Tomorrow, two in the morning. Come alone. No lawyers, no recording devices, nothing that could trace back to me if this goes wrong.""Two in the morning?""Because at two in the morning, nobody who'd care is awake to notice." A pause, brief and heavy. "I saw the news, Riley. About the leak. I'm sor
Chapter 101Hailey Whitmore had watched Riley face on three different magazine covers this month alone, and every single time, something bitter curled tight behind her ribs.She sat in her penthouse living room with her tablet propped on her knee, scrolling through yet another glowing profile*Riley Creed: From Tabloid Punchline to Hollywood's Next Leading Lady* and felt the old, familiar heat crawl up the back of her neck.Two years ago, Hailey had been the one people wrote profiles about. The golden social elite, invited to every gala, photographed on every red carpet that mattered. Then her marriage with Ashton had quietly ended, and Ashton had gone back to Riley like she had never existed at all...and somehow, impossibly, it was Riley who kept climbing while Hailey's own name slid further and further out of anyone's mouth.She told herself it wasn't about Ashton. Not really. She'd built a life without him, mostly. But watching the woman who'd replaced her in his life also repla
Chapter 100Aniya hadn't touched her dinner.She sat at the kitchen table in the apartment she shared with Damian, staring at a plate of food that has gone cold under the overhead light, her phone face-up beside her fork where she could see it the second it lit up. It hadn't lit up in over an hour, not since Riley's last text... *She's calmer now. Ashton's staying over. I'll call you tomorrow* Three sentences that had done nothing to loosen the tight knot sitting under Aniya's ribs since the moment Riley had called her sobbing from her restroom.Damian came in from the living room, drying his hands on a dish towel, and paused in the doorway when he saw her."You're doing the thing again," he said gently."What thing.""The thing where you stare at your food like it personally wronged you." He crossed the kitchen and pulled out the chair beside her, sitting close enough that his knee brushed hers under the table. "Eat something, babe. You've been picking at that plate since seven."
Chapter 99Three days passed with no call from Grace. Riley checked her phone so often the habit had become its own kind of ache, a reflexive glance every time it buzzed with a notification that turned out to be nothing.. a script note from Greg, a reminder about Iris's parent-teacher conference, anything but the one voice she was waiting to hear.She'd made a decision in the quiet of those three days, lying awake beside Ashton each night. She wasn't going to tell Iris anything yet. Not until they had the whole truth, clean and certain, something she could explain to a ten-year-old without leaving jagged edges for her small mind to cut itself on.When I know everything, she told herself. When I can promise her nothing will actually change. Then I'll tell her, gently, on my own terms. And I'll adopt her properly, legally, so there's never a single piece of paper anywhere that says she isn't mine.She hadn't planned on Frederick.She was on set that Thursday afternoon, three takes deep
Chapter 5Riley didn't hesitate. The woman who had fiercely slapped him the night before disappeared under the crushing weight of a mother’s desperation. Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered her battered, aching body onto the gravel driveway, her knees digging into the sharp stones right beside his dr
Chapter 4The heavy smell of cheap disinfectant, sweat, and old plastic chairs filled the crowded emergency room waiting area. It was completely different from the freezing, rainy night Riley had just escaped.The nurses had rushed Iris through a set of double doors into a separate treatment room t
Chapter 2The silence that followed his words wasn’t just quiet; it was deafening. It felt as though the air had been entirely sucked out of the room, leaving Riley gasping. Her mind spun violently as she tried to process the horrible words that had just left Fredrick’s mouth.Bastard child.“Say
Chapter 1“Mom, are you really sure he’s going to show up?” Iris’s voice had a hollow, heavy ache that no ten-year-old should ever have to carry. As Riley ran the brush through her daughter's dark curls, the strands slipped from her fingers. Today was Iris's golden birthday, a day that should ha







