INICIAR SESIÓNThe alarm rang earlier than usual. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up slowly. For one brief moment, everything felt normal. Then I remembered. The adoption papers. The envelope. The questions that had kept me awake almost the entire night.I closed my eyes again and rubbed my forehead. “I’ll deal with it later,” I whispered to myself. Right now… I had two children to take care of and a company waiting for me. Nothing else could come first. I'll look more into St. Mary's children's home later.I freshened up, changed into a cream-colored pantsuit, tied my hair neatly, and walked downstairs. The smell of breakfast welcomed me before I reached the dining room. Emma was already arranging plates on the table while Clara helped Lila and Elias with their school bags.The twins looked up the moment they saw me. “Mommy!” They ran over together. I smiled and bent down just in time to catch them. “Good morning.” “Morning!” they answered together.Lil
Both phones rang at the same time. I stood in the middle of my living room, keys still in my hand, staring at the two screens lighting up on the table. One showed Adrian’s name. The other showed Nathan’s. My heart jumped. I didn’t move at first. The sound filled my study. Lila and Elias were already asleep. The night felt heavy after what I just found out. I reached for Nathan’s phone. I had left him at the bar without a real answer. It felt wrong to ignore him now. I answered. “Serena?” Nathan’s voice came through soft, careful. “Did you get home safely?” “Yeah. I’m home.” He let out a short breath. “Good. Look… about earlier. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay the night like that. I don’t want to push you.” I sat on the edge of the couch. “It’s fine.” There was a pause. Then his voice dropped lower. “Serena… I…I want us to stop acting like friends.” The words hit me hard. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. “Wha—” Before I could say anything, my other
I couldn’t move. The papers lay scattered across the floor, but my eyes remained fixed on the adoption certificate in my trembling hands. “No…” The word came out as nothing more than a whisper. “This can’t be real.” I picked a few from the floor again. My fingers shook so badly that the paper rattled. I read every line once more. Certificate of Adoption. Adoptive Father: Vale Samson. Adoptive Mother: Amelia Vale. The signatures. The date. Nothing had changed. Nothing. I searched for something that would prove it was fake. A spelling mistake. A missing stamp. Anything. But there was nothing. I quickly reached for the second document. Hospital records. The third. Adoption approval. The fourth. Medical records. Then another page slipped onto my lap. A tiny footprint. I stared at it. Beside it was a date. My birthday. A tear rolled down my cheek before I even realized I was crying. “So… They aren't really my real parents.” My voice sounded unfamiliar. Every memory from my c
The ride home was painfully quiet. The engine hummed as Lia's father drove through the dark streets. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. His jaw remained tight, and his eyes never left the road. Beside him, his wife quietly wiped tears from her cheeks. She wanted to speak, but no words came out. Nothing could fix what had happened. Lia had refused to ride with them. She had taken a taxi home instead.Inside the taxi, she stared through the window without seeing the passing lights. Her heart was racing. She knew what was waiting for her. But she didn’t regret what she had done. Not for a second.When they got home.The front door slammed shut. The sound echoed through the house. Lia stepped inside only a few seconds after her parents. She quietly removed her shoes and started walking toward the stairs.“Lia.” Her father’s voice stopped her. She slowly turned around. He was already walking toward her. His face was filled with anger. “Have you l
The room fell into complete silence. No one moved. No one even seemed willing to breathe. I looked at Lia. Then at my parents. One by one. Every face in front of me wanted me to believe them. Every voice claimed to be telling the truth. And somehow… None of them sounded convincing. Why would they care about me? My parents never loved me for once and ever since they got me married to Adrian, they never cared to visit me. And as for my sister? She was the hardest to believe in because of what she has put me through in the past. I laughed softly. It wasn’t because anything was funny. It was because I suddenly realized how ridiculous everything had become. “So…” I folded my arms. “You all expect me to believe one of you?”No one answered. My father took a careful step forward. “Serena, listen—”“No.” My voice stopped him. “You’ve all talked enough.” My eyes settled on Lia. “You came here saying everything they told me was a lie.”She nodded. “Because it is—”Before she could continue,
“Everything my parents have told Serena…” She glanced toward the mansion. “…it’s all a lie.” Hearing this, with shock Emma gently held Lia’s arm as they walked across the front yard toward the mansion. The evening air felt heavy. Lia kept glancing at the large windows, the furniture, and the asterisk, how wide the living was, it was double of how their living room back at home was. She saw two children chasing themselves in the living room and back to their rooms. The place looked warm Serena has really become someone even bigger than the Laurent family. Her heart began to race even though she was meeting her own sister. She had not stepped inside this house before. Everything about it felt strange, overwhelming and rich. “Stay calm,” Emma said quietly. “I’ll take you to her.”Lia nodded but said nothing. Her hands were shaking. When they reached the front door of Serena's study, She knocked once before opening the door.The moment the study door opened, every pair of eyes turned to
He smiled. Soft. Warm. Almost boyish. “There you are,” he murmured. My heart dropped. Because even now… He still thought I was Lia. He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, the scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but ther
The days before the wedding passed like a blur I couldn’t escape. People moved in and out of the house carrying fabrics, jewelry, flowers, and invitations while I stood in the middle of it all feeling completely detached. Measurements were taken and dresses were fitted. Every room was filled with
“There’s a family willing to help us,” my mother explained quickly. “Very powerful. Very wealthy. But they have conditions.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of conditions?” I asked.My sister let out a soft, shaky breath. “They want their son to be married so that they can get a grandchild out of
That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacke







