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69. The Hidden Sister

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last update 게시일: 2026-10-30 16:56:35

The drive to the safehouse was a blur of rain and red lights.

I did not remember getting into the car. I did not remember Adrian speeding through the dark streets. I only remembered the photo on the burner phone. Chloe, blindfolded and tied to a chair. Celeste, standing behind her with a cold, dead smile. The image was seared into my brain. It was a brand on my soul.

The safehouse was a concrete bunker hidden in the industrial district. It was the same place we had brought Ariel after the gala.
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    Grace Sterling had been in the world for exactly three days, and she had not stopped screaming for a single one of them. I was standing in the middle of the nursery at three in the morning, pacing back and forth across the thick carpet. Grace was in my arms, her tiny face red and scrunched up, her lungs working at full capacity. I had changed her diaper twice. I had fed her until she turned her head away. I had burped her, swaddled her, rocked her, and sang to her until my throat was raw. Nothing worked. Adrian was in Tokyo for a mandatory board meeting. He had begged to stay, but I had insisted he go. I had told him I was fine. I had told him I had everything under control. I had lied. Josh was on call at the hospital. Emmanuel and Hector were in Switzerland, tracking down a lead on Elias. I was completely alone. My back was aching. My C-section scar, though healing well, was throbbing with a dull, persistent pain. I was running on fumes. I had not slept more than two hours in the

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    The Sterling dining room was loud.It was always loud when the family gathered. The clinking of silverware against fine china, the overlapping conversations, the booming laughter of Hector as he told a story. It was a symphony of chaos. But it was the kind of chaos I had learned to love. It was the sound of survival. The sound of a family that had been torn apart and stitched back together with golden thread.I was sitting at the head of the table. My plate was filled with roast chicken and vegetables. I was not eating. I was just pushing the food around with my fork, trying to ignore the sudden, sharp cramp that had been twisting in my lower back for the last hour.Adrian was sitting beside me. He was watching me with those dark, observant eyes. He knew something was wrong. He always knew."You are not eating," he said softly. He leaned in close so no one else could hear."I am just tired," I lied. I forced a smile. "The baby is sitting on my bladder again."He did not look convinced

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    The wedding was a blur of cherry blossoms and flashing cameras. The reception was a symphony of laughter and clinking champagne glasses. But the moment Adrian spun me around in the hallway, the world had narrowed to a single, shattering point of light. The positive pregnancy test in his hand. The tears on his cheeks. The absolute, unadulterated joy in his dark eyes.That was three days ago. Now, I was sitting on the cold tile floor of the penthouse bathroom. The door was locked. The lights were off. The only illumination came from the pale morning sun filtering through the frosted glass. I was staring at another pregnancy test. My third one. I had bought a pack of five from the pharmacy. I had taken all three in the last hour. They all said the same thing. Two pink lines. Positive. I was pregnant. I should have been happy. Adrian was over the moon. He had spent the last three days walking on air, making me breakfast in bed, refusing to let me lift a finger. He had already started l

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