All Chapters of Mistaken Identity : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Avery’s POVAvery bit the inside of her cheek. There it was again, that same tone. That same condescension. Like she was foolish for wanting something different. Like she should’ve just accepted the life he carved out for her and been grateful.He looked ready to scoff again, but before he could, Avery stepped forward and placed the envelope, the one containing the DNA results, on the marble-topped counter beside him. The white paper was stark against the dark surface, like a wound opened and waiting.His eyes shifted to it, and then to her, suspiciously. But it was Vivian who moved first, already knowing what it was.“What is this?” he asked.Vivian leaned in, her voice low but bitter. “It’s her DNA results. She’s not Avery Wellesley, father.”A beat passed.He stared at the envelope for a long moment. Then slowly, almost lazily, he turned his gaze back to Avery. His eyes searched hers, those sharp, assessing eyes that once made her feel like she’d never be enough, even when she tr

Laurel’s POVLaurel took a deep breath, brushing invisible dust from her jeans and glancing around again. The fair was loud and colorful, but she couldn’t enjoy it. The bright colors didn’t comfort her; they just gave her more things to keep track of. More shadows. More places for someone to hide.She checked her watch. Twenty minutes late.Her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t surprised. Delays were part of this game, always had been. But lately, her patience was thinner than ever. Seven years was a long time to stay one step ahead of death. She was exhausted.The promotion had seemed like a dream. When the company made her regional manager, she’d thought she’d finally made it, more money, a better apartment, security for Kael. But that was before she learned what was hidden behind the polished glass windows and confidential briefings. Before she’d seen things that couldn’t be unseen. She hadn’t meant to stumble into it. They’d just left the wrong file open, had whispered

Laurel’s POVGetting a cab to take them out of the funfair and to the underpass had been more difficult than Laurel anticipated. Most of the driver’s weren’t heading in that direction.Also, the evening crowd had begun to swell, the air heavy with the scent of roasted corn, cotton candy, and hot dogs. Laughter and chatter buzzed around her, a stark contrast to the storm of worry twisting in her gut. Parents were calling out to their children, so they don’t get lost, couples strolled hand-in-hand, and teenagers darted between booths. All the while, Laurel stood tense, Kael at her side, her eyes scanning the edges of the crowd for any sign of movement, any face that lingered too long.She knew she was being followed, just as the man from earlier had told her, though she had not seen them. And maybe the only stopping them from grabbing her or doing anything was because of the crowd.This was one of the major reasons why she had accepted to meet at the funfair. Too many people meant cau

Laurel’s POV Laurel released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She leaned her head against the seat, still holding Kael. Her arms trembled slightly, not with fear, but from the adrenaline still racing through her veins. She looked back as their car moved on, but couldn’t see the sedan. They had lost it? She thought, turning to face the man next to her. “Who the hell are you?” she asked, her voice low, guarded. The man finally looked up from his tablet for the first time since she and Kael entered the car and turned toward her. He was younger than she expected, perhaps a few years younger than her. Maybe in his early twenties, but the look on his face told him that he was more matured than he looked and had seen things and learned to hide the scars. He wore a clean-cut, sharp gray suit. His presence wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t soft either. It was…prepared. “Nolan,” he said, extending a hand briefly. “Mr. Storm’s assistant.” Laurel didn’t sha

Laurel’s POV The conversation trickled off gently, but the effect remained. Kael’s grip on her her loosened during the ride, his shoulders relaxing a little and it was like he forgot that she was even there.His face still held shadows of fear, but for once, they weren’t the only things there. For the first time in a long while, there was interest. Light.Laurel looked at Nolan through the rearview mirror. He wasn’t just keeping them safe. He was giving her son something she hadn’t dared hope for, peace. A moment of joy.And for that alone, she was deeply, painfully grateful. They kept on talking until Kael got tired and dozed off.The city began to blur by in a flash of lights and shadows, and then the car began to slow down. Laurel straightened, her brows furrowing as they turned down a tree-lined road. The neighborhood was quiet, gated, and nothing like the areas she’d spent the past years hiding in. Her heart started to pound faster as the large iron gates of a mansion came into