Masuk“It's Evelyn Sterling.” Adrian's words echoed through the phone. Serena stared at Alexander, unable to speak. For a moment, the world around her seemed to disappear. The photograph in her hand trembled. The woman she had believed was responsible for separating families, hiding children, and destroying lives might actually be the woman who had given birth to her. “No,” Serena whispered. “That can't be true.” Alexander took the phone from his ear. “Adrian, where is the birth certificate now?” “I'm holding it. I found it inside Elena's locked drawer.” “Read the details.” There was a brief silence. “The certificate lists Serena Alvarado as the child. The biological mother is Evelyn Sterling. The father's name is missing.” Alexander looked at Serena. “Is there a date?” “Yes. The same night as the three children in the archive.” Serena closed her eyes. “Then why did my mother tell me Lydia gave birth to me?” Adrian sighed. “Because someone wanted us to believe that.” “Who?
“And Serena, there's something else you need to know. Your mother didn't give birth to you.” Jonathan Vale's words echoed through the archive. Serena stood frozen. “What did you just say?” Jonathan slowly lowered his flashlight. His expression was serious, almost sorrowful. “You heard me. Elena Alvarado was not the woman who gave birth to you.” “That's impossible.” Serena shook her head. “She's my mother. She raised me. She held me when I was sick. She stayed awake when I had nightmares. She sacrificed everything for me.” “I never said she didn't love you.” “Then what are you saying?” Jonathan glanced at Elena's name on the documents scattered across the table. “I'm saying the woman who raised you and the woman who gave birth to you are two different people.” Serena felt her throat tighten. “Who gave birth to me?” Jonathan didn't answer immediately. Behind him, Marcus was still holding his gun. Evelyn stood near the doorway, her expression unreadable. Alexander remained
Evelyn Sterling’s finger remained pointed at Alexander. “Your biological father is standing in this room,” she repeated. “It’s Alexander.” For several seconds, nobody moved. The silence was so complete that Serena could hear the faint ticking of the antique clock behind Richard’s desk. Alexander stared at his mother as if he had never seen her before. “No,” he said. Evelyn’s expression remained cold, but her eyes betrayed something deeper than anger. Fear. “You heard me.” “I heard you.” Alexander took one step toward her. “And I’m telling you that you’re lying.” Richard Sterling stood near the fireplace, his face drained of color. Sebastian looked between Alexander and Serena, visibly struggling to understand what he had just heard. Elena covered her mouth. Serena felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath her. She looked at Alexander. The man who had become the center of her investigation. The man who had protected her, deceived her, hurt her, and somehow found his
“Adrian isn't your father.” Serena stared at her mother. For a moment, the words didn't make sense. She looked at Adrian, the man who had shown her photographs, presented hospital documents, and claimed to have spent years searching for her. Then she looked at her mother. “Mom… what are you saying?” Her mother stepped forward, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I'm sorry, sweetheart.” Serena shook her head. “No. You don't get to say that again. I need the truth.” Richard Sterling stood behind her mother, his silver hair neatly combed and his expression disturbingly calm. Beside him was Sebastian. The young man Serena had been told was her twin brother. He looked exactly like the photograph Isabella had shown her. His eyes were fixed on Serena, but there was no warmth in them. Adrian moved toward Serena. “Don't listen to them.” Richard smiled. “Still pretending to be the hero, Adrian?” Adrian's face hardened. “Shut your mouth, Richard.” “Careful. You're standing in m
“Your brother.” Serena stared at Adrian. The photograph on her phone showed two newborn babies lying beside each other in a hospital crib. One wore a silver bracelet. The other wore a tiny crescent-moon pendant. She looked at the photograph again. Then at Adrian. “You're telling me I have a twin brother?” Adrian nodded slowly. “Yes.” “And you knew about him?” His silence answered her. Serena stepped backward. “You knew?” “I suspected he survived.” “You suspected?” Her voice rose. “You just told me that I had a brother, and all you can say is that you suspected he survived?” “Serena, please listen.” “No! I've spent my entire life believing I was an only child. I grew up thinking Daniel was my father. Then I discovered he might not be. Now you're telling me I have a twin brother who may have tried to kill me?” Adrian looked toward the street. “We need to leave.” “Stop saying that!” “Someone knows we're here.” “Then tell me the truth before we go anywhere!” Adrian cl
“Hello, my daughter.” The words echoed through the abandoned train station. Serena stood completely still. For several seconds, she couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't even look away from the stranger standing near the entrance. He was probably in his late forties or early fifties. His dark hair was beginning to turn silver around the temples. He wore an expensive charcoal coat, and his face carried the kind of confidence that came from a lifetime of getting what he wanted. But it wasn't his appearance that frightened Serena. It was his eyes. They looked exactly like hers. The same shape. The same deep brown color. Even the small crease beneath his left eye seemed familiar. She had seen those eyes before. In the mirror. In old photographs. And perhaps in dreams she could barely remember. “Who are you?” she finally whispered. The man took one careful step forward. “My name is Adrian Vale.” Serena frowned. “Why did you call me your daughter?” His expression sof







