Chapter 3

Lena's POV:

I gave them a confused look, showing them that I was actually lost. Because why the heck were they asking me that? Yeah, the first name was mine, but not the second one.

“I don't know, and why are you asking me?” I asked, looking scared. Even after the nurse assured me of my safety, I was still dead scared.

My hands were trembling, but I quickly hid them just in case they were kidnappers, so they wouldn't know that I was scared.

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked with a shaky voice. My voice gave me away; it was evident that I was scared.

“We want you to be calm. We won't do anything to you. We just figured something out, and we are here to confirm it,” the warm and emotional man spit out.

“You don't expect me to be calm around strangers, people I have never seen in my life, people I have never known,” I said with a low, trembling voice.

I could feel myself sweating already. I could barely swallow my spit.

I kept moving backward till I almost fell off the bed.

“Why are these rich, powerful men looking for someone with that name, and why is it me they chose to confirm someone’s identity from?” I asked myself without uttering a word.

They looked suspicious and dangerous, especially the serious and cold-looking one that was behind the other two.

I was ready to speed out of that room if they tried to make any move on me.

“Trust me, we won't hurt you,” he repeated.

Even if he had said it a hundred times, I still wouldn't be comfortable around them.

“Enough,” the scary one stepped forward after listening to everything.

When he spoke, I felt chills run down my spine. I became stiff. His voice was so thick and dominant.

“Hey, Lena,” he gently called my name without smiling.

“I am Damien Morrison, the eldest son of Jasper Morrison,” he said, his hands tucked in his pockets.

“And here with me are my brothers. This is Henry Morrison, the second son. And the one over there is Abel Morrison, the last son,” he pointed, then placed his hand back into his pocket.

“We have been looking for someone for years now. She went missing when she was four years old, and since then, we have been searching for her,” he explained, gently and bluntly.

And how was that my business? Did I look like a policeman?

“Her name is Lena Morrison,” he said.

“And we think… no. I mean, we came to find out that you are the one. You are the one, our missing sister,” he added.

“We hired a good investigator who found you and also pinpointed your actual location.”

I looked more confused and lost because how? How was that even possible?

“That's insane. Why would you come out of nowhere and start claiming that I am your lost sister? Do you think I don't know that you all are trying to kidnap me? Do I look like a kid to you?” I questioned, adjusting myself for takeoff.

“If you all don't leave here right now, I will scream and tag you all as kidnappers,” I threatened them.

I remembered growing up in the orphanage. I had no parents nor brothers. The only brothers and parents I had back then were the ones in the orphanage house. Apart from them, I had no one else.

I had no memory of going missing or being taken by someone. I just knew I grew up in an orphanage house.

They must be crazy or mistaken.

The youngest one quickly came forward, that was Abel Morrison.

“Please, don't. We want you to listen to us. We have proof right here with us,” he pleaded while maintaining his aura.

He was nice; that made me feel a little bit relaxed, but not too relaxed.

“Okay…” I stuttered.

“Go on, and be fast about it. I can't bear to hear more trash after this,” I said with a firm voice, trying to be bold.

He took his suitcase and opened it. I tried to glance into the case, but I wasn't able to get a glimpse of what was in it. I was nervous, scared, and worried for my life and my baby.

All thoughts started flowing in my mind. What if that case had guns in it? What if there was something that could kill me in it?

As he slowly brought out his hand, I felt my heart thump hard against my chest.

But to my surprise, he brought out a picture and stretched his hand toward me with the picture in his grasp.

I looked at him, then he nodded. I skeptically collected it and gazed at it.

I saw three boys and a girl in the middle, and the girl there looked like me.

I looked at him again, then looked at the picture.

“Who's this girl, and why does she look like little me?” I asked, feeling the heat my body was generating.

“Because that's you, Lena,” Henry answered.

“No. That's not true. That's not possible. Maybe she's just my look-alike,” I said, still in denial.

“It's you. You are Lena Morrison,” Damien added.

“Lena Morrison has a birthmark on the left side of her back, and I also know that you have one,” Abel said.

I was dumbfounded because what he said was true. There was a birthmark on the left side of my back. My mouth hung open without me knowing.

“How did you know that?” I asked, looking shocked and surprised.

“Because you are our sister,” they chorused together.

“Well, it might be a coincidence too, you know,” I refused to accept the fact that it was me.

“Hm. We knew this would transpire, so we did a DNA test,” Henry brought forth the three results to me.

As the evidence piled up, I began to crack.

“Could this be real? Do I have a family? Just when I thought I had no one… these men appeared claiming that I'm their sister?” I asked myself, trying to stop tears from rolling out.

I was overwhelmed, crying, confused, maybe even angry that they took so long to find me.

“Our parents died years ago while still searching for you. They never gave up. We've been looking ever since we were old enough to continue,” Damien said softly.

I couldn't hold the tears any longer, so I broke down, and they all came to hug me.

“So, you are my brothers?” I asked with a croaky voice.

They chorused together, “Yes.”

I cried even harder, but it was a cry of relief.

“What happened to you, Lena? How did you end up here alone and pregnant?” Henry asked, looking disturbed and pissed.

I broke down and began to cry.

I didn't want to say anything, but I had to. They were my brothers.

“My husband… my husband, his mom, and his side chick maltreated me and threw me out,” I admitted while sobbing.

Henry's and Abel's jaws clenched, and Damien’s expression grew cold.

“What's his name?” Damien asked.

“Er… Aiden… Aiden Norman,” I stuttered.

The three brothers looked at each other and then brought their gaze back to me, a hint that they would handle Aiden.

“You're coming with us. Pack your things, wait, where are your things?” Henry said.

I then realized my suitcases were gone.

“I guess they were stolen when I was unconscious,” I pointed out.

I literally had nothing left.

“It doesn't matter. We'll get everything you need. You are a Morrison,” Damien said.