All Chapters of The Billionaire DNA Match: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

[Emily]My heart stopped, and not in the dramatic, poetic way people say when they're nervous or surprised. I mean it in the real way. Like how my chest locked, how my lungs forgot their job, and how the entire room tilted, so much that I had to grip the wall behind me to stop myself from crumpling to the ground."Is it because of that time we met six years ago?"The question rang in my ears, loud enough to drown out the chatter in the conference room, loud enough to drown out everything.My mind teleported to six years ago—that dreadful night. The night I had seen this man before me put a bullet into someone's head in a cold-blooded murder. The night I had tried so hard to bury, together with him. So much so that I sometimes convinced myself that I had never met him, that I'd never slept with him, that I'd never gone back to that club to look for him.Now the man I'd run away from was right in front of me, staring at me like the devil he was, tearing down my perfectly constructed wor

[Elias]Tasha waited exactly ten seconds after we stepped away from Emily to speak. "What was that just now?" She asked quietly. Her tone was controlled, but I could hear the reprimand underneath."I was just speaking to her," I replied, adjusting my cuff as if the matter was trivial."That didn't look like a normal conversation."I stopped walking and gave her a blank look. "Then what did it look like?""It looked like you'd cornered her. She looked like she was going to faint in your arms."I gave her a flat look. "You're exaggerating, Tasha.""Me? Exaggerating? And what was that thing with the speech? Do you think I didn't notice that? You'd deliberately set her up and had ordered the teleprompter to be turned off."She wasn't going to let this go, was she? Now what bullshit excuse could I give instead of that I wanted to hear her voice on that stage? She'd been so passionate about the product during meetings, and I'd wanted her to share that passion with everyone present. What the

[Emily]I didn't wait for her to answer. I bolted for the elevator so fast that Lisa had to run to catch up."Emily!" she hissed. "Slow down!""How can you tell me to slow down? That man has my son."I slammed the button repeatedly as though it would make it move faster.He has my son! My son! Suddenly, the words he'd uttered earlier filled my head. He said he remembered that night! No, no, he was going to take my son away from me. I won't let that happen. Over my dead body, I won't let him take my son.The doors opened, and we rushed inside. The ride down felt like an eternity. My pulse pounded so violently I thought I might actually collapse before I got there.The elevator stopped, and the door slid open. From the entrance, I could already see them. My worst-case scenario had almost occurred.Elias Lockwood was sitting casually at one of the long canteen tables. His suit jacket was off, and his sleeves had been rolled. And he was talking animatedly… with my son, who sat beside him.

[Emily]I walked away without uttering another word. Lisa had already gone down with Hayden. I met them just as I got out of the elevator."Mummy," Hayden ran to me, wrapping his tiny arms around my legs and nuzzling his nose in my dress. "Are you mad at me?" he pouted, and it was the cutest thing ever, but I needed to be angry this time. To make him know that what he did was very wrong.I knelt to his level and said, "I'm not mad at you. I know you meant well, but you should not have wandered around when I told you to stay there. Especially talking to strangers," Hayden looked up at me with those big green eyes of his."I'm sorry," he squeaked, "But Elias isn't really a stranger because he's your boss."I stared at him in surprise. "How do you know his name?"Hayden giggled, "He told me himself. He's cool, isn't he? He played with me and didn't annoy me as my classmates do."Gosh, how was I going to explain to a five-year-old kid that the new friend/ father he made was a very dangero

[Emily]"That can't be Elias Lockwood, Emily," Lisa said confidently.My mind was a mess and filled with thousands of questions that needed answers. If this man who looks exactly like him isn't Elias Lockwood, then who is he? His clone?I couldn't breathe properly. This was too much."Let's play the rest," Lisa said, and so I did. The video continued until the dead man's body was being dragged away, the van arriving, the body being thrown into it like a sack of food and the dangerous-looking men checking the area. As disturbing as it was, I wasn't watching any of that. My mind and my eyes were focused only on the shooter's face whenever it appeared on the screen.And Lisa was right. At every angle, every glimpse, that scar remained. It wasn't just an illusion. It was real and valid proof that I'd been wrong this whole time.The video played until I was discovered, then it ended, and the screen went black."What does this mean? That the shooter isn't Lockwood. How could I have gotten t