Sofia's POV"Roland," Grandfather called out. His voice wasn't loud, but it had the weight of an iron vault shutting closed.From the shadows near the edge of the stage, a man dressed in a sharp, sterile suit stepped forward. He carried a small, metallic medical case in his hand. Roland. The family’s private physician.Grandfather didn't even look at me as he pointed a single, scarred finger in my direction. "Take her blood for a DNA test."A sharp spike of pure, icy panic pierced right through my newly found confidence. My breath hitched. A DNA test. Right here? In front of everyone?The word DNA echoed in my ears like a death knell. If this was another one of Mum’s desperate gambits, if she had lied about this just to save our skins from the fake heirloom disaster, we were dead. The Damascus family wouldn't just throw us out; they would bury us alive under the marble floor of this very ballroom.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I quickly snapped my head around,
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