LOGINLena's breath caught.
Adrian stepped in front of her, his body shielding hers as the handle slowly turned again.
“Stay behind me.”
His voice was low.
Lena nodded, barely able to breathe.
The door suddenly opened.
Daniel stood outside.
“Sir!”
Adrian's shoulders relaxed slightly.
“What happened?”
Daniel looked from Adrian to Lena.
“Security caught someone near the restricted records room.”
Adrian's expression hardened.
“Who?”
“We don't know yet. He ran before they could stop him.”
“Did he take anything?”
Daniel shook his head.
“Not that we can tell.”
Adrian glanced at the box on his desk.
“Check the cabinet.”
Daniel stepped inside and inspected it.
“Everything seems untouched.”
“Seems?”
“There are no signs of forced entry.”
Adrian's eyes narrowed.
“Then how did he get inside?”
Daniel didn't answer.
Lena looked at the hospital bracelet still in her hand.
She couldn't stop staring at the words printed on it.
Baby Girl Blackwood.
Her mind was racing.
If the bracelet belonged to her, then everything she knew about her life was a lie.
But there was something else.
The bracelet had a date.
Lena looked closer.
Her heart stopped.
The date was the same day she was born.
“Adrian.”
He turned.
She held up the bracelet.
“This date…”
“I know.”
“My birthday.”
“I know.”
Lena swallowed.
“Then why does it say Blackwood?”
Adrian's face remained tense.
“That's what we're trying to find out.”
Daniel suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“Sir, there's something else.”
“What?”
“The security footage.”
Adrian turned toward him.
“What about it?”
“We recovered part of it.”
“Show me.”
Daniel pulled out his phone and played the recording.
The hallway appeared on screen.
A man in a dark hoodie walked toward the restricted records room.
His face was hidden.
He stopped at the door.
Then he looked directly at the camera.
Lena's stomach twisted.
“He knew where the camera was.”
Adrian nodded.
The man reached into his pocket.
But before he could enter, the recording glitched.
The screen went black.
Daniel cursed under his breath.
“That's all we have.”
Adrian's expression became colder.
“Find him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel left.
Lena turned toward Adrian.
“Someone is looking for those records.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don't know.”
She stared at him.
“You do know something.”
Adrian didn't respond.
“Tell me.”
“Lena—”
“No.”
She stepped closer.
“You've been telling me to stay away from the truth since yesterday. Now someone broke into your building looking for the same records that involve my parents.”
Her voice shook.
“I deserve answers.”
Adrian looked at her for a long moment.
Then he reached for another envelope inside the box.
“This was the last letter your mother ever sent me.”
Lena's heart pounded.
“You never opened it?”
“I couldn't.”
“Why?”
“Because she sent it three days after she disappeared.”
He handed it to her.
Lena carefully opened the envelope.
The handwriting was elegant and familiar.
Her mother's.
She began reading.
Adrian,
If you're reading this, I've already left.
Lena's eyes blurred.
She continued.
I know you will hate me. You have every right to. But I need you to believe one thing. I never stopped loving you.
Lena's fingers trembled.
Adrian looked away.
She kept reading.
The baby is yours.
Her breath stopped.
She looked up.
Adrian was staring at the floor.
“Keep reading,” he whispered.
Lena continued.
But if you ever find her, don't tell her the truth until you know who betrayed us.
The letter ended there.
Lena's heart pounded violently.
“Who betrayed you?”
Adrian shook his head.
“I don't know.”
“Then how can we know if I'm really your daughter?”
“We need your mother's records.”
“I'll ask her.”
“No.”
Lena looked at him.
“Why not?”
“Because someone is already watching.”
As if summoned by his words, Lena's phone vibrated.
A new message appeared.
Unknown Number: You were warned. Stop asking questions.
Lena's face went pale.
Adrian saw the message.
“Give me your phone.”
“No.”
“Lena.”
“I need to know who this is.”
Adrian took the phone from her hand.
He studied the message.
Then his expression changed.
“What?”
He turned the screen toward her.
The number wasn't unknown.
It was saved in her contacts.
Lena stared at it.
Her blood ran cold.
The message had been sent from one of the people she trusted most.
Her mother's number.
“No…”
Adrian's eyes met hers.
“Call her.”
Lena pressed the call button.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then someone answered.
But it wasn't her mother.
A man's voice came through the phone.
“Lena?”
She froze.
Adrian's expression hardened.
The stranger continued.
“Your mother can't talk right now.”
Lena's heart dropped.
“Who are you?”
The man laughed softly.
“You should have listened to her.”
Adrian stepped closer.
“Put him on speaker.”
Lena did.
The stranger's voice filled the office.
“Adrian Blackwood.”
Adrian's face turned cold.
“Who are you?”
“You really don't remember me?”
There was a pause.
Then the man spoke again.
“I was there the night your daughter was born.”
Lena's breath caught.
Adrian went completely still.
The stranger laughed.
“And I'm the reason you never found her.”
The call suddenly ended.
Lena looked at Adrian.
For the first time since she met him, the powerful CEO looked terrified.
And Lena realized—
Someone had just confirmed the truth they were both afraid to believe.
She was Adrian Blackwood's daughter.
Lena stared at the letter in Adrian’s hand. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. The small cabin was quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. Adrian stood near the fireplace, his face unreadable, but I could see the tension in his jaw. “The baby they were searching for wasn’t you.” The words kept repeating inside my head. You were the child I chose to save. I swallowed hard. “Adrian…” He looked at me. There was something different in his eyes now. Not anger. Not suspicion. Fear. “Your mother knew,” he said quietly. “I don’t understand.” “She knew about the baby.” My heart started pounding. “What baby?” Adrian looked down at the letter again. “Your mother wrote that someone was searching for a child. A child connected to both our families.” I shook my head. “No. That doesn’t make sense. My mother never told me anything about this.” “That’s exactly the problem.” He stepped closer and handed me the letter. I took it with trembling fingers. The ha
I stared at the envelope in Margaret’s hand.The name written across it didn’t belong to me. At least, not the name I had lived with for twenty-four years.My fingers felt numb.“What does it say?” Adrian asked.Margaret looked at me before answering.“Evelyn Carter.”My heart stopped.Daniel’s face changed.He knew that name.“Daniel?” I whispered.He looked away.“You’ve heard it before.”He rubbed a hand over his face. “Your mother mentioned it once.”“Once?”“She told me never to ask questions about the night you were born.”I stepped back.“So you knew?”“I knew there were things she was hiding. I didn't know you had another name.”Adrian took the envelope from Margaret.“Why would Lena have been registered as Evelyn Carter?”Margaret shook her head.“She wasn't. Evelyn Carter was the name given to the other baby.”My stomach tightened.“The other girl?”Margaret nodded.“The baby who disappeared.”A cold wind passed through the trees.Adrian opened the envelope.Inside was a pho
The bedroom door slammed against the wall. I flinched at the explosion of wood and glass, and Adrian immediately pulled me behind him. “Stay behind me.” A man stepped through the doorway, his face covered, a gun pointed straight at us. Everything inside me froze. Adrian grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the hallway. Daniel shoved the small table beside the door into the man’s path. “Run!” he shouted. A gunshot cracked through the house. Margaret screamed. Adrian pushed me down just as another bullet tore through the wall above us. My heart hammered against my ribs. “Adrian!” “I’m fine.” He wasn't even looking at himself. His eyes were fixed on the hallway. “Go with Daniel,” he ordered. “I’m not leaving you.” His jaw tightened. “Lena, please.” It was the first time I had heard fear in his voice. Not for himself. For me. Daniel grabbed my arm. “We have to move.” We ran through the kitchen as another shot echoed behind us. Margaret followed, clutching something
The house was supposed to be empty.That was the first thing Adrian noticed.The second was the front door.It was open.Lena stayed close to him as they walked toward the small house at the end of the quiet street. Daniel remained a few steps behind them, watching the road.“Your mother is supposed to be inside?” Adrian asked.Daniel nodded. “That's what I was told.”Lena's heart was pounding.After everything that had happened, hearing that her mother was alive should have made her feel relieved.Instead, she felt afraid.Adrian reached for her hand.She looked at him.“We go in together.”She nodded.They stepped inside.The house was dark and unusually quiet.“Margaret?” Daniel called.No answer.Lena looked around.There were old photographs on the walls. A younger Margaret stood beside Adrian's mother in several of them.Then Lena saw something that made her stop.A photograph of her mother.She walked toward it.Her mother was much younger, standing beside Margaret.And in her
Lena stared at Adrian.“I don't understand.”Adrian kept his eyes on the phone.“If they're looking for you, then the message about the baby was meant to confuse us.”Daniel stepped closer.“Maybe not.”Lena turned toward him.“What do you mean?”Daniel looked at the photograph in Adrian's hand.“Your mother spent years making sure nobody knew where you came from. If someone is still searching for that child, they may have believed Lena was the one.”“But why?”“Because they didn't know the truth.”Adrian looked at Daniel.“Then who was the baby?”Daniel shook his head.“I don't know.”Lena felt frustration rising again.“Everyone keeps saying they don't know.”She grabbed the photograph.“But somebody does.”Her eyes moved over the faded image.Her mother was holding a newborn.Michael stood beside her.And behind them was Adrian's father.Three adults.One baby.A secret that had survived for twenty-four years.“There has to be something else,” Lena said.Adrian nodded.“My father's
I read the sentence again.Then again.It didn't change.The baby they were searching for wasn't you. You were the child I chose to save.My fingers went numb.“What does that mean?”No one answered.I looked at Daniel first.He couldn't meet my eyes.Then I looked at Adrian.He was staring at the letter as if it had just changed everything he thought he knew about me.“Dad,” I whispered. “What was she talking about?”Daniel finally sighed.“Your mother wanted to tell you herself.”“She can't. She's missing.”“I know.”“So tell me.”He sat down heavily on the old chair.“Your mother wasn't supposed to have you.”I felt my chest tighten.“What?”“She was protecting another child.”Adrian straightened.“Who?”Daniel looked at him.“We don't know.”“You expect us to believe that?”“I've spent twenty-four years trying to understand it myself.”I looked back at the letter.“Then why did she choose me?”Daniel hesitated.“Because the people looking for that child were willing to kill anyone







