My Sister Claimed I Stole Her Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared.A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind.She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage.My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard.Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over.Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life.A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm.She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face.She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child.And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside withou

The next morning, I was packing. I was ready to leave this city for good.Then my phone rang."Elena? Tom. From the art shop." His voice cracked like a whip. "Get your ass down here and get your kid. He's been screaming outside my store all night. I'm running a business, not a damn daycare!"The phone shook in my hand. "What kid? I don't have a…""Cut the crap!" Tom roared. "Note says 'Elena Johnson's son.' Plain as day. You think you can just dump a baby on my doorstep and I'll raise him for you? Get down here. Now. Or my next call is to the cops."A baby's screams tore through the phone. I heard the crowd murmuring. A public spectacle.My heart sank."I'm on my way," I said through gritted teeth."You better be. You've got a whole damn audience out here for this freak show." Tom slammed the phone down.Twenty minutes later, I got to the art shop.The scene hit me like a fist to the gut.A crowd, three deep. A circus. And I was the main attraction.At the center of it all, a beat-up

I took a step toward the stage.Then a raw scream ripped through the ballroom. The elegance shattered."He's not your son! She's a thief!"Every head turned.A woman crashed the party. A wreck. Stringy hair, filthy clothes.At her side, a man in a cheap suit, a fake Rolex glinting on his wrist.Bella. And her pet thug, Rico.Eighteen years on the street had eaten her alive.Her beauty was a ghost. Replaced by track marks and rotten teeth."Sebastian!" she shrieked, rushing the stage. "My baby! Mama's here to take you home!"The ballroom erupted."What's going on?""Is she crazy?""Where's security?"Sebastian stood on the stage, pale but composed.He looked at me, his eyes asking a silent question."Mother?""Don't you dare call her that!" Bella shrieked, her voice cracking. "I'm your mother! Your real mother! She didn't just steal you! She put a bounty on my head, plastered my face on wanted posters! She made me live like a sewer rat, hunted and terrified, all so she could play mother

I turned my gaze from my mother to the pathetic heap that was Bella on the floor. A slow, cruel smile touched my lips."You mean the child Bella accused me of stealing?" I asked, my voice dangerously soft. "The one she claimed I put a malicious bounty on her for, forcing her to live like a sewer rat?"The room fell dead silent, hanging on my every word."You're half right, Bella," I said, my eyes locking onto hers. "There was a bounty. Not to hunt you, but to find you, to force you to take responsibility. And I'll admit, you and our dear parents hid you well. For a time, even the best bounty hunters in the city couldn't track you down.""But while you were hiding," I continued. "they found other things. " "They found the midwife, who gave a very detailed statement once she understood the legal trouble she was in. Better yet, they found the clinic's back-alley security footage. A beautiful little film, really. It showed you, Bella, clear as day, giving birth. And then it showed you

The steel pipe stopped in mid-air.Leo stared at the photo, then at Rico, then at Bella.The violence in his eyes was slowly replaced by something else.Greed."Biological parents?" He lowered the pipe, a cold smirk on his face. "Interesting."He walked over to Rico, looking down at the man with the broken arm."Old man, you're telling me you're my father?"Rico was sweating, his face contorted in pain, but he nodded. "Yes… yes, son…""Son?" Leo burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the basement. "You ignore me for eighteen years, and now you show up calling me son?"Bella spoke weakly. "Leo, your mother has been looking for you for eighteen years…""Shut up," Leo said, his eyes cold. "Look at you. You think you're fit to be my mother?"Marcus stepped forward at the right moment and whispered in Leo's ear."Be careful. These people have connections. They just caused a scene at the Met Gala. With the Moretti family."Leo's eyes lit up. "The Morettis? From Chicago?""The one and only,