Vera's POVThe name "Venice" kept popping in my head, the reason why I did not get enough sleep last night,Who is she? And why do we have her birth certificate?I looked at my watch and it's already seven in the morning. I guess, my brother has not yet left for work so, I quickly jumped out of bed and was about to flip the doorknob when I remembered the birth certificate. I stepped back and took it from the drawer, and then I went out.My brother's room was just a few steps away from my room. And as soon as I reached the doorstep, I softly knocked on the door."Boo? Are you still there? Can I get inside?", I asked."Yes, sweetie come in."I opened the door and went inside. I saw my brother focusing on his laptop, so I guess, I got the wrong timing. "Yes sweetie, what is it? Are you okay?", he asked while his eyes were still focused on what he was doing.I came closer and stood near his table. He looked at me and smiled. Then he told me to sit on the couch near him."Boo--I'm sorry,

Vera's POV After the conversation, I returned to my room, still thinking about the shocking truth I heard from my brother. Though I couldn't find hatred in my heart for what daddy did to mom, but the truth still shocked me. I felt sorry for mom, and I wanted to hug her at this very moment. On the other hand, I couldn't resent daddy for what he had done. He was just a human being unable to resist temptations. After all, he was a good father, and his mistakes in the past, wouldn't be enough to destroy the good memories he left behind. But the thought of meeting my biological mother suddenly came up my mind. Maybe I have the right to know her personally. Yet, I have this little doubt if my brother would allow me to go out, not unless there would be someone who would accompany me outside, In my desire to know the whereabouts of my biological mother, I called my Private Investigator and asked him to find Olivia Martin. That's her name my brother told me earlier and the name that appea

Royce's POV*********WASHINGTON, DC.As soon as we arrived at the hospital, Reid and I hastened our steps towards the entrance of the building. We got from the Hospital Information Desk that Mom's condition was already stable so she was moved to a private room on the third floor. But Dad was still in the operating room, so we're not yet totally at ease.An extreme apprehension was running in my mind as we took the elevator going to the third floor. I knew, Reid felt the same. So I couldn't help but also feel worried about him since he had not yet fully recovered from the accident, then here comes another dreadful incident happened to our parents.The elevator dinged and we hurriedly went out, heading to Mom's private room. Just a few knocks on the door and then we entered. Aunt Sophie, Mom's only sister, was there sitting on a couch."Hi Royce, Reid!", she stood up and hugged us."Hello, Aunt Sophie. Thank you for taking care of Mom. How is she now?", I asked while my eyes were looki

Vera's POV While waiting for the bodyguards to arrive, I thought of calling my best friend Alexa. So I took my cellphone and dialed her number. After a few rings, she was on the other line. "Hi gurl! How are you?", she spoke first. "I'm fine gurl. But I need to tell you something", I said then I started telling her that I was only born out of dad's infidelity. Alexa was shocked by what she heard but remained quiet waiting to hear more of it. But when I mentioned to her about my twin sister, Venice, she was a little bit more surprised. "You have a twin sister gurl?", she asked to confirm if she heard it right. "Yes gurl", I sighed. "Uhm, Andrea, you said she looks exactly like you? Could it be possible that she is your---" "Yes gurl, she is my twin sister. But---she is already d-dead", I choked up after saying the last word. "What? Dead?" "But why?", Alexa raised her voice. "That's what I wanted to find out gurl. In fact, I'll be going out now to meet my biological mother."

Vera's POV I finally had in front of me, the woman whom I wanted to see after long years of being separated. When I first glanced at her, she looked like an older version of me, but after a while, I could say that I only inherited half of her facial features while I got the other half from my father. No words were spoken. Our eyes were just laid on each other truly appalled by this surreal encounter. "Vera!" Her eyes widened in astonishment, her eyebrows arched and her lips parted slightly in a gasp. And when the moment of reality sank in, her mouth slowly stretched into a wide, tear-streaked smile, an expression of felicity and relief. An overwhelming bliss and tears of joy started to well up. "Vera! Oh, my God! It's you!!!" Her words were more of a confirmation rather than a doubt. Indeed, a mother would always recognize her child—the so-called maternal instinct. She quickly came closer to me and we hugged each other tightly while tears rolled down our cheeks, mirroring the