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“You’ll trace each line item I’ve flagged, and you’ll find more I haven’t. But in the meantime, wolves are still collapsing on your lawns. Heirs are still seizing in your drawing rooms. Rogues and clinic kids are dying in my ER.” She let the next sentence land like a blow. “One of those kids is mine.” The chamber went dead-silent. Even the human staffers at the far exits froze. Lyra held their gaze, one by one. “Yes,” she said. “I have a daughter. She exists. She breathes. She has your variant enzyme markers in miniature, courtesy of an infusion I received at a Council-backed clinic when I was too tired and too trusting to read the fine print you hid from me”

"Miss, we arrived too late, and you've had to suffer. Please punish us." Everyone stood frozen in shock, staring at me as if they had seen a ghost. Miss? The Conrad family's eldest daughter? The legendary heir of the Conrad family—low-key, mysterious, and in control of a vast business empire—was she really this woman standing here, the one Aaron had just called a crazy nanny? Aaron stood rigid, the smile on his face instantly petrifying. He whipped around to point at me, his voice trembling. "You've got the wrong person! That's impossible! How could she be the Conrad family's eldest daughter? You must be mistaken!"

she said without hesitation. “You haven't told Tio or Veronica about Diane have you?” I asked, hopefully. The silence that came after my question was deafening. I could hear her breath but she wasn't saying anything. “Tia?” I called out, sitting up straight in the cab. There was still no answer. It was like she was processing to give me the right answer. Coming back here was a bad idea. Julian Rhodes is more powerful than me, and he will do anything to punish me from keeping his daughter from him.

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

The only feature she didn't get from her was her eyes. I knew I have seen those pair of eyes somewhere, but it wasn't important. In years to come, she would only acknowledge me as her father. She is my daughter now. She would never get to know who her real father is because he wasn't important at all. She is Nova Russo, and no one was going to change that. My daughter was going to become whatever she chooses. I won't let her go through the same hell I went through as a child.

Nelson was Benjamin's younger brother who loved and married Catherine's younger sister. "Mr. Stark, it cannot be a mistake. The DNA match between Ms. Catherine and Ms. Iris was matched 25%. That rate of matching DNA imprints can only be possible between siblings or close family members. We don't have the real DNA sample of your brother or his wife to perform a paternity test. So only the Jones can tell us the truth now. It was clear that Ms. Iris is not their real daughter. Its all over the internet. I strongly suspect that Ms. Iris is a Stark. Your brothers daughter" the doctor believed strongly.

"Is Mindy from the Blue River pack here?" Tony's eyes were unfocused for a second before he responded, "Yes. She arrived just a few minutes ago. But… Mindy is high profile. Will she be willing to spend her time with Kalina?" Tony is the son of the Alpha, but his father didn't give him a chance to stand out. Tony attended schools and mingled with a small circle of friends without being exposed to high-ranking members of other packs. It was how Alpha Magnus kept Tony on a tight leash.

Tony looked at it carefully, and his eyes brightened. "This one looks so much like Sabrina. I'm sure Gabriel will be overprotective and over-doting toward this little one since she resembles Sabrina so much." "What's her name?" Tony asked. "Her name is Athena, like the Goddess of wisdom and fire," Veronica muttered. "Sabrina is already trying to train this little one to be the next Dark Lord. I'm not surprised," she said to him. "Well, we should make an heir or heiress," Tony grinned at her and looked at the very thin shirt she was wearing. "Maybe two or five," he said and snaked his arms around her waist, starting to kiss her neck noisily.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.

I shared before I let him finish. "Your ex-girlfriend's name was Gwen Stacy, right?" I nodded. My eyebrows met as I wondered what he was about to unleash. "Stacy Pharmaceutical, they are the owner of that company. To make the story short. Your late sister and their only son are a couple."