All Chapters of My Sister Claimed I Stole Her Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

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

Chapter 2

The midwife's words sent a shockwave through the hallway.I didn't let the moment pass."So," I said, walking slowly toward her. "You're admitting this kid is Bella's. And that she used stolen goods as payment?""I didn't say stolen..." the midwife stammered."A Cartier bracelet," I said, cutting her off. "Worth thirty grand. Right?"Her eyes widened. "How did you know..."The neighbors started whispering."A thirty-thousand-dollar bracelet?""Where would Bella get that kind of money?""Had to be stolen..."I kept coming. "What else? Besides the bracelet, what else did she leave you?"The midwife looked at me, really scared now. "She... she left a copy of your ID. And a rent receipt for this apartment...""A rent receipt." I repeated the words, then turned to my parents. "My rent receipt. How did Bella get her hands on it?"My mother's face was pale. "Elena, this has to be a mistake...""A mistake?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "She steals my identity, steals my jewelry, then dumps

Chapter 3

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

Chapter 4

After that day, I went back to Chicago with Dante.He turned me into the most celebrated artist in the city.We fell in love. We got married, had a son.Chicago carved me into someone new. Eighteen years did their work.The Met Gala. A river of champagne and whispers.I stood by Dante's side. A black silk gown clung to me. An emerald, the size of a pigeon's egg, burned on my finger."Mother, what do you think?" Sebastian linked his arm through mine. His eyes were bright with mischief.My son. Fifteen. A prodigy. Juilliard's newest star."Perfect," I said, stroking his cheek. "Just like you.""Elena?" A frail voice. I knew it instantly.I turned. A familiar face, now withered by time.My mother. Eighteen years had been cruel to her. They carved deep lines into her face. Her hair was white. Her back, bent."Mother," my voice was flat, calm. "What are you doing here?""I… I saw the news in the paper," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "Elena, how have you been? And this is…""Dant

Chapter 5

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

Chapter 6

Lucia's threat silenced the entire room.But Bella was already cornered, driven by desperation."Proof! I want a DNA test!" she shrieked. "Papers can be forged! DNA doesn't lie!"Rico chimed in. "Yeah! Do a DNA test! Let science do the talking!"The guests started murmuring."A DNA test is a good idea…""If he's really her son, they shouldn't be afraid to test…""It would clear up the rumors…"My mother stepped forward again, looking at me with tear-filled eyes."Elena, dear, if you have nothing to hide, just do the test," she choked out. "Put everyone's mind at ease. Bella has been looking for her child for years. She's… she's a pitiful mother…"My father shuffled forward. "Elena, look at her. So thin. Life has been hard. If he's her son… you should give him back to your poor sister.""Give him back?" The words left my lips. My voice was a sheet of ice.I walked slowly toward Bella, my heels clicking on the marble floor."Bella, are you sure you want a DNA test?""Of course!" she said

Chapter 7

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

Chapter 8

Three days later, Dante and I were on a private jet back to Chicago.The moment we landed, my new phone rang."Elena!" My mother's hysterical sobs came through the phone. "We can't find Bella's son! You have to help us!""Not my problem," I said, about to hang up."If you don't help us, I'll kill myself!" she shrieked. "I'll throw myself in front of your car! I'll let the whole world know what a cold-hearted monster you are!"Threats. Always threats."Do what you want," I said and hung up.Five minutes later, she called back."Elena, please, I'm begging you! Bella's still in the hospital, she's losing her mind! If we don't find that boy, she's really going to die!"Eighteen years ago, Bella didn't hesitate to dump him on me.Now she's desperate to find him.Looks like she's still dreaming her old dreams.I glanced at Dante.He was reading a file, but I knew he was listening."Marcus," I said to my head of security. "Go with them. Help them find someone."Marcus nodded. "Yes, ma'am."Th

Chapter 9

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,

Chapter 10

Six months later, I had cut them off. Completely.I left them to rot in their own private hell. It was the only gift they deserved.Marcus's final report was brief: Leo was on the run from a rival gang after a drug deal gone bad. Rico was hit by a car while fleeing and now has a broken spine. My mother was arrested for possession.As for Bella, she disappeared during a gang fight."Ma'am," Marcus said, closing the folder. "Should we continue to monitor the situation?""No," I said, stroking Sebastian's hair. "Let the trash stay with the trash."Six months after that, Dante and I returned to New York.Not as refugees, but as conquerors.The "Elena Moretti Art Foundation." A glittering monument on the most expensive block in the city.We had bought it all, including my old childhood apartment building, to build an art center in my name."Mother," Sebastian said, linking his arm with mine. "Are you sure you want to build it here? This place must have… bad memories.""That's exactly why,"

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