All Chapters of The One He Let Go: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

KellyDavis was shot twice. Davis collapsed back again, his body hitting the ground harder than before. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, his hands pressing against his chest where blood was already spreading through his shirt. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his fingers clawing weakly at the wound as if he could hold the life inside him. I stumbled on the floor, holding my ears, when I lifted my head again, blood had stained my jeans, blood coming from Davis laying beside me.“Davis!” A sharp, familiar voice came through the chaos. I turned sharply, just in time to see a figure burst out of the shadows. Clara? She ran straight to Davis, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she pressed down on his wound, her face pale with panic. “Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe, okay?” Davis let out a low, pained groan, his body twitching under her hands. His eyes flutt

Adrian Clara’s hands were shaking. Her grip on the gun was tight, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her breathing was ragged, uneven, as if she were struggling to keep herself from breaking apart entirely. She had been screaming just moments ago. Now, she was silent. Davis’s blood was still on her hands, staining her skin, seeping into her clothes. His body lay motionless on the floor, his fingers still curled from the last desperate attempt to hold onto her. And now, all that was left was she and the gun. Kelly stood frozen a few feet away, her face pale, her eyes wide with something between shock and sorrow. Neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was Clara’s shallow breathing, the gun trembling in her grasp as she pointed it at Kelly’s chest. I stepped forward. Slowly. Carefully. “Clara,” I said, keeping my voice level. “Put the gun down.” She didn’t look at me. Her gaze was locked onto Kelly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Her lips parted slight

Author’s POV Susan had never been the type to dwell on the past. Life had been simple, sometimes unpredictable. She loved her parents, appreciated the life they had given her, and never questioned the things that didn’t add up. It started as something ordinary. A quiet afternoon spent helping her mother clean out the storage closet in their home. The scent of dust and old wood filled the air as Susan kneeled beside a worn-out cardboard box. "What’s in here?" she asked, brushing off the fine layer of dust covering the lid. Her mother, standing nearby, glanced over with a distracted expression. “Oh, just some old things from when you were a baby. Don’t worry about it.”But Susan did worry about it. There was something about the way her mother’s voice shaked, as if she wanted to move on from the topic too quickly. Curious, Susan carefully lifted the lid and peered inside. Small, folded baby clothes sat neatly stacked on top of each other, soft and faded from time. A yello

Kelly Kate wouldn’t stop. Everywhere I turned, she was there, her voice sharp, her presence suffocating. "Do the test, Kelly. What are you so afraid of?" "If you have nothing to hide, then prove it." "I deserve that will. It’s mine by right." On and on, like a relentless kid. I was so tired. Not just of her, but of the way everything was spiraling out of control. The media was still on my back. My clothing company was hanging by a thread. The public doubted my very existence. And now, Kate was determined to tear apart the last thing I had left, my identity.I exhaled slowly, gripping my phone as Kate’s latest text glared back at me. K: I swear to God, Kelly, I will make you regret this if you don’t do the test. I clenched my jaw. Fine, If this was what it took to shut her up, then I’d do it. I didn’t care about the will, I had never cared. But if taking this stupid DNA test would silence the doubts, if it would make the Kate back off, then so be it. Besides… I needed

Susan I never expected a single envelope would change everything. For most of my life, I never questioned my place in this world. I knew I was adopted, but it never truly bothered me. My parents loved me, I had a good life, and any questions I might have had about my biological family faded as I grew older. But now, holding this DNA test in my trembling hands, I realize how naïve I was. This isn’t just about curiosity anymore. This is about identity. I stare at the words again. ‘99.9% Genetic Match – Kelly Brook and Susan (Birth Name Unknown): Identical Twins’Identical? Not just related. Not cousins. Not half-sisters. But twins. I stare at the envelope again, half expecting what I had seen to change, but it doesn’t.A shaky breath leaves my lips as my mind spirals. How did this even happen? How did I grow up thinking I was alone in the world when I had a twin all along? And the worst part? Kelly has no idea.My heartbeat pounds against my ribs as I fold the paper back into