All Chapters of The Brothers Who Found Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Early in the morning, the Grand Palais looked quiet and still. Sophia stood outside with a cup of coffee, watching her team prepare the building for her show. This place would soon become the center of the fashion world, or the scene of Richard’s final revenge.“You’re awake early,” Isabella said, joining her. “Or did you even sleep?”“Not much,” Sophia admitted. She had slept only a few hours. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing.Inside, everything was busy but organized. Lighting crews adjusted lights again and again. Sound teams tested music. Designers finished the runway. Security moved quietly everywhere, Lorenzo’s people, always watching.“The collection is perfect,” Isabella said, looking at the clothes waiting backstage. “This is your best work.”"Let's hope the world sees it that way.""They will. But more importantly—" Isabella turned to face her directly, "—do you believe it?"Sophia thought about who she used to be—scared, unsure, broken. Then she thought about how she had rebui

The Grand Palais looked like a mix of a battlefield and a fashion show. Police were everywhere. Firefighters were checking the damaged backstage. At the same time, fashion guests were still around, holding up their phones and recording everything.Sophia sat on the edge of the runway, legs dangling over the side, still in her black suit but with her hair falling out of its perfect style. Isabella had shoved a bottle of water into her hands at some point. She couldn't remember drinking it, but somehow it was half empty."You should move," a police officer said for the third time. "This is a crime scene, mademoiselle.""She stays," Lorenzo replied from his position beside her. He'd been on his phone non-stop since the explosion, coordinating God knows what. "We own this building for the next four hours. She can sit wherever she wants."The officer looked like he wanted to argue, saw the look on Lorenzo's face, and decided against it. Smart man.Suddenly Beyoncé appeared out of nowhere—o

Sophia sat at the head of the dining table, which had once again been turned into a planning center. Around her were lawyers, investigators, PR specialists, and her four brothers. Her brothers looked angry—like they were ready to fight anyone who dared to touch her."Let me get this straight," Alexander said, his voice dangerously calm as he addressed the team of lawyers Julian had brought. "Someone manufactures an entire identity, complete with falsified documents, coached witnesses, and fabricated DNA evidence—and the courts are just... entertaining this?""It's not that simple," Julian replied, spreading documents across the table. "Claire Martinez didn't just show up with a story. She has a birth certificate from the same hospital where Sophia was born. She has childhood photos that match the timeframe. She has a woman claiming to be a former nanny who helped hide her after your parents deaths.""All of which can be faked," Lorenzo said flatly, not looking up from his laptop where

At 7 AM, Sophia stood in front of her closet, staring at hundreds of designer outfits and feeling paralyzed by the choice."What you wear matters," Isabella said from the doorway. She'd flown back from Paris the moment she heard about the crisis. “Everyone will judge it.”“So what do I wear to prove I’m real?” Sophia asked quietly.Isabella walked into the closet and chose a white tailored suit, a black blouse, and a diamond earrings."This says 'I have nothing to hide,'" Isabella explained. "White for purity, diamonds for legacy. Classic rather than trendy, because you're not trying to prove you're fashionable—you're proving you're real.""What if it's not enough?" Sophia whispered.Isabella took her hands. "Then we fight harder. But I've known you for fourteen months. I've watched you build an empire from nothing, survive a murder attempt, and create fashion that changed the industry. That woman? She doesn't break. And she certainly doesn't lose to some actress playing dress-up."At

The press conference the next morning was held at the Dante Industries headquarters. This was done on purpose. Not in a hotel or rented hall, but inside the Dante family’s own building.Sophia stood inside, watching through the monitors as the auditorium filled with journalists, photographers, and news crews from around the world. Every major outlet was there. This wasn't just fashion news anymore. It was about who she really was, about truth and justice."You don't have to do this," Damian said quietly beside her. "Catherine can handle the statement. You could rest""I need to do this," Sophia interrupted. "I need people to see me, hear my voice, know that I'm real. Not a statement through a spokesperson. Me."Isabella came over to fix Sophia’s collar and check her makeup. Sophia wore a deep green suit she designed herself, and a pearl necklace. She looked strong, confident, and completely herself“You look perfect,” Isabella said. “You look like who you truly are.”Catherine arrived