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I looked from one stunned face to another. My voice came out hoarse, fractured, vibrating with the storm raging inside me. “So this is your plan for me? Fake the DNA results? Erase me from this family? Or maybe just kill me and solve the problem once and for all—even though I’m your half-sister?” Keisha’s eyes widened for a split second before narrowing in cold defiance. “What the fuck is she doing here? You have no right to be here!” “I do,” I snapped, my voice gaining strength. “And don’t you dare tell me I don’t. Just to be clear—I heard everything.” “And so what?” Keisha spat. “We don’t want you here. You’ll only live in pain and regret if you insist on staying. You can never be our sister. You and Rosa won’t be accepted into this family.” Arguing with them wouldn’t change anything right now. I needed the DNA results first. I glanced at Andres. “You defended me… and I’m grateful for that.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Lena, they’re young and reacting o

MITCH'S POV Three months behind bars. I still couldn't believe I was finally walking out of prison—breathing fresh air again, tasting freedom after thinking I would never see the outside world. The moment I stepped through those heavy iron gates, my vision blurred with tears. I broke down. I cried without shame, letting months of fear, frustration, and hopelessness pour out of me. I'd truly believed my life was over. A few months ago, Bella had visited me with devastating news. Her mother...my sister...had died in an accident. The moment she told me, every shred of hope I'd been clinging to vanished into thin air. There was no one left who could save me. I mourned my sister in jail, and ended up depressed in just a short time. I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. "Save the tears, Mitch." The familiar voice sliced through my thoughts. I slowly raised my head. I wasn't surprised. She was the only person who had the power to pull me out of that hell.

LENA'S POV I can't believe It had already been two months. Sincerely, I never expected Andres to keep his word about respecting me as his sister. He had uprooted himself from the city, all so he could adjust to this strange new role as my brother. I might not fully grasp how difficult it was for him—how deeply he’d had to bury feelings that had for me but I appreciated his quiet struggle more than I could ever say. Every day, he chose restraint and kept accepting as a family. He had become supportive in the gentlest ways. He would call always to check up on me and also to talk about our late grandparents so I could finally know where I came from. He promised to tell me the moment he heard anything about Tarzan. No matter how small the update. Unfortunately,no information has been sent yet. Even at that I was happy that Andres was playing a role of a brother. He was the only one who truly accepted me. The girls avoided me like I carried the plague. If I dared approach th

AUTHOR'S POVThe entire estate had plunged into chaos. Servants sprinted through the opulent halls in wide-eyed terror as the news spread like wildfire. Doctors and nurses hurried in and out of the emergency wing with grim, ashen faces while armed guards sealed every entrance and exit. No one was permitted to leave. In the servants’ quarters, the devastating truth had already taken hold. Lady Marie—Lena—the long-lost daughter Lord Ricardo cherished above all else, had collapsed. The latest reports were even more crushing: neither she nor her unborn son had survived the tragedy unscathed. The baby was gone. And Lady Marie now lay unconscious, her life dangling by the thinnest of threads. Inside the private hospital wing, the atmosphere was suffocating. Chef Rosa refused to leave her daughter’s bedside. She sat beside Lena, clutching her cold, pale hand tightly, her shoulders trembling with silent, wrenching sobs. “My baby…” she whispered, voice breaking. “You’ve suffered enough

Lord Ricardo’s expression hardened the instant Seraphina’s words left her lips.His tear‑stained eyes turned cold—frozen steel behind a father’s grief.“No.”The three sisters froze, exchanging quick, uncertain glances.Seraphina blinked. “No?”Gianna forced a tremble into her voice, her eyes glistening on cue.“But Father… she’s our sister. Why are you denying us access to her?”“Our poor sister is fighting for her life,” Keisha added, lowering her head as if the weight of sorrow bowed her. “We’re only worried. We just want to see her… hold her hand one last time if…”She let her voice crack deliberately.“…if she doesn’t make it.”Ricardo stared at them, unmoved. Not a flicker of doubt crossed his face.“Do you girls find this amusing? Does watching your old man weep do nothing to your hearts?”The sisters shifted uneasily.“But Father, what are you saying? That we’re faking our concern? How could you demonize your own daughters? We know she’s your favorite now—but I was your favori