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CHAPTER 51

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Michelle stared at Alex, her fingers tightening around the photograph. Chloe, much younger, standing beside someone she didn’t recognize—but the resemblance was uncanny. There was no denying it. It was definitely one of Chloe's parents or relatives.

Her pulse pounded. “What do you mean by, ‘who she was supposed to be’?”

Alex exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Michelle, Chloe isn’t just some ordinary girl with a lost past. She wasn't just an adopted child, she came from a family so powerful and dangerous that most people don’t even say their name out loud.”

Michelle’s grip on the photograph tightened. “That doesn’t make any sense. Chloe was adopted as a baby. She doesn’t even know who her real parents are.”

Alex gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah? Well, someone sure as hell knows her.” He motioned toward the photo. “And they’ve been waiting for the right time to find her.”

Michelle felt a lump form in her throat. “Who are they?”And why are they looking for her?

Alex hesitated
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    By late August, the city had a warm, golden glow. Tree leaves were deep green, and the air smelled of fresh grass and roses. Michelle sat in the nursery watching Olivia try to build a block tower, while Oliver knocked it down. Her belly was getting bigger, firm under her dress, the twins moving and kicking inside her. The house was quietly waiting for their arrival. This time felt different—more real, more intentional. Raymond came in, wearing a T-shirt and joggers, with a tray of a smoothie and banana bread. Here’s your afternoon treat, he said, smiling. Michelle laughed, taking the tray. You’re getting good at this. I’m adjusting, he replied, sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around her. How are they?She looked at the twins. Olivia builds like an architect. Oliver takes down like a demolition crew. Raymond chuckled. Just like us. Exactly. They watched the twins bicker, laugh, and then work together briefly. I’ve been thinking, Michelle said, sipping her smoothie. After the bab

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    The gentle clinking of silverware and quiet background conversations created a calm atmosphere. Michelle stirred her lemon slice in her sparkling water at the cafÃĐ where she had met Eleanor the day before. This time, Raymond was with her, offering quiet support. Across the table, Eleanor appeared calmer and less businesslike than usual.First, Eleanor began, placing her hands on the table neatly, thank you both for meeting me again. I know this isn't easy. Raymond nodded. We’re here because it’s important to Michelle. Michelle looked directly at Eleanor. You mentioned wanting to discuss more beyond just the plans. Eleanor smiled slightly and took a sip of her drink. Yes. Yesterday was about the project, and today... I want to be more open. Less formal, if that’s okay.Michelle nodded. Go ahead. Eleanor paused to gather her thoughts. I spent a long time building my reputation and company, and I put up a wall between myself and others. I thought it was necessary because successful women

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