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I was shaking too, the sting on my cheek still pulsing hot and angry. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice raw and broken. “I’m so sorry she hit you. I’m sorry for all of it.” “You chose me,” I whispered, the words catching painfully in my throat. “I should have chosen you three months ago. At the gala.” Regret carved deep lines into his face, his eyes dark with self-loathing. “I should have asked you to explain instead of believing Sienna. I should have trusted you.” “But you didn’t.” “No. I didn’t.” He swallowed hard, the pain etched into every word. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting that. But I’m choosing you now. I’m choosing Evan. If you’ll let me.”

His lethal gray orbs make her want to hide herself from the world. One night stand? With her? Did he hear himself what he was saying? Is he for real? And that's when she sensed something. The same perfume smell. This is the same perfume that creepy man wears that day. Is that mean? Mr. Kingston. But why would he do that? Her gaze turned to her right side only to see the same wrist watch . Her eyes widen with realization when he smirks at her like he knew she had already discovered his dark side. "Is t..that y..you?"

While Maria, who was still shaken, stood up, wiping her tears roughly. “Miss Addison, where are you going?” Holly asked when she saw Maria walking unsteadily out of the small house. “I have to meet Alvin, Holly, I have to ask for his help. I… I can’t possibly delay all this, and I don’t want the Barnet family to know that the heir of the Barnet family is dying and it’s my fault!” Maria left, driving her car quite fast. She even left Holly in the tiny house.

I didn't hide the venom in my voice. "Grandpa kicked me out of the other quarter, but he made you CEO of the three hotels?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I’m not back to cause trouble, Kiran. I’m back to take your seat." He stood up, walking toward me until we were chest to chest. "Enjoy this while you can. he said. I don't know what that shitty old man sees in you. Probably just lingering favoritism for your dead father. You should have just died with your parents, Kiran. I don't know how you survived that wreck, but it was a mistake."

Trust. Control. Leverage. Kael closed the file slowly. “What’s the real reason?” he asked. A small silence followed. Then “Legacy.” One word. But it carried everything. Kael’s jaw tightened slightly. Because he understood that word. Too well. “Your father understood it,” the man added. That changed something. Not his expression. But something deeper. “Don’t bring him into this,” Kael said quietly. Not angry. But firm. Her father leaned back.

“I was angry. I wanted revenge.” She lifted her chin. “But this time, I choose responsibility.” She turned to the camera feed. “I will tell the truth,” Aria said. “All of it. Not because you forced me—but because hiding created you.” Julian stared at her, something like respect flashing in his eyes. “Then let the war begin,” he said softly. The feed cut. The compound trembled. And Aria realized—with terrifying clarity— The secret heir wasn’t Julian. It was her.

“We’ll face it with you.” And in that moment, everything changed. The moment Travis said those words — that he was the hidden Forger heir, the son buried in silence — my world felt like it was crumbling beneath me. I blinked, trying to grasp what I just heard. The same Travis I thought I knew... had been hiding an entire secret, a legacy that wasn’t just about money or power, but about identity and betrayal. “True heir...” I whispered, voice trembling. Travis nodded, biting his lip. “I never wanted you to find out this way. I wanted to protect you from it.”

"You’re looking at me like you’re seeing a ghost, Ivy. I’m right here. I’m the only thing that’s real." I looked into his eyes—those dark, obsessive depths that had promised me both a throne and a cage. A wave of guilt washed over me, thick and cloying. I was keeping a secret that could destroy the fragile peace we had just won. If he knew the "Heir" was still whispering in my brain, he would burn the rest of the world down just to find a way to cut it out of me.

Heat rushes across my face while something inside me stirs. Mark gently guides me to the edge of the bed before he takes a seat next to me. My head fills with everything I want to say to him, but I remain silent as he takes my hands into his. My stomach twists. “First, I want to say I also have a secret which I hid from you for years. Every time we were drinking together, I would pretend to be drunk after only a few drinks. My alcohol level is much higher than what you think. You would always get more comfortable around me when you thought I was drunk. You would sit next to me and talk to me. Never once did I ever blackout or forget what happened. I would only act like I didn’t reme

I stroked the creased gate that had looked so long over the door of my refuge, swearing in secret that I would not bury the past in the dark. As I walked out of the house and into the cold of the afternoon, I stood before me a stark contrast of emotions—a profound sadness that what had been lost was gone, but an invigorating hope. The scars I had returned with were not scars; they were proof that could unlock the secrets my mother had struggled so fiercely to keep secret. With heart full but resolute, I vowed that I would utilize these hints to dig down to the truth. No secret, no matter how distasteful, would any longer be concealed underneath. I exited the old home with a boxful of souveni