My Godfather's Secret Lover
Beneath the Project Chimera encryption, a hidden layer of data bloomed—a digital signature that had been buried so deep it took Vance’s override to crack it open.
The DNA matrix wasn't male. It wasn't Vance's.
It was Celeste’s.
I wasn't a vessel for the dying man on the floor. I was the perfected, younger replication of the woman standing in front of me.
"He thought he was hunting an asset," Celeste whispered, a dark, triumphant smile playing on her lips. "He had no idea I was using his funding, his labs, and his network to build my own immortality. And Arthur..."