Semua Bab The Billionaire DNA Match: Bab 1 - Bab 10

[Emily]'Emily, I'm sorry, but we have to let you go, ' were the words my manager said as he handed me a termination letter. I stood on the footpath outside the multi-storey building I'd been working at for the past five years, staring at the letter in my hand, completely blindsided by this.I wanted to cry as I stood facing the building that had been my second home for years. I had been confident, maybe too confident, that I hadn't seen this day coming.Each step I took away from the building moved me farther away from the stability I had once known.I walked briskly, my mind replaying the conversation with my ex-boss over and over again, the words echoing in my head repeatedly. "The company is undergoing restructuring, and your position has been eliminated."Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had invested so much of myself in that job, sacrificing personal relationships and leisure for the promise of professional success, only to see it come crashing down.

[Emily]When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm. The fluorescent lights made everything too bright, too clean. A woman in scrubs appeared beside me, smiling gently.“How are you feeling, Ms Matthew?”How did she know my name, and where the hell am I?“Like I lost a fight with gravity,” I muttered instead.She chuckled. “You fainted before you could go for your interview. Luckily, a staff member brought you here to the company infirmary. You were extremely dehydrated, but you’re alright now.”My cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Great. That’s just what I needed to make a good first impression, passing out like that.”The nurse glanced at the chart in her hands, her smile widening just a little. “There’s something else you should know.”I asked. “Something else?”“So, we had to run some tests on you just to be sure about medications to give you, and you’re pregnant, Ms Matthews.”Her words hung in the air like smoke. I blinked at her, waiting for her laugh to s

[Emily]My heart raced as the men closed in on my hiding spot, the lyrics of the song echoing in the air, creating a dreadful difference in the tense situation. I fumbled with my phone, desperately trying to silence it. The alarm stopped, but the damage was already done.“What do we have here?” A man with a menacing glare pointed a gun at me. The others stood closely behind him, their hands in their pockets.I gulped as panic surged through me, but I knew I had to think fast. With trembling hands, I held up my phone, as if to show that it was a harmless device.“Sorry, it’s just an alarm," I said. I tried to be calm and collected as though I hadn’t just witnessed a murder. It was the opposite of what I felt at the moment. The men exchanged glances, suspicion written on their faces.“Music alarm? At this time?” he snickered, clearly unconvinced. I nodded frantically, my mind racing for an explanation that would sound plausible.“Yes, it’s just a reminder to go to sleep. I must have set

[Emily]It was always the same dream. The same alley, the same sound of a gunshot tearing through the silence, the same pool of blood spreading like a dark secret no one's supposed to see.And me, I was frozen, useless, breathless.The ending is a different twist from reality, but it’s always the same.I scream, “Stop! Please...” but it's always too late. The man turns, his ice-blue eyes locking on mine; he points the gun at me and pulls the trigger.And just like that, I wake up screaming.My heart’s hammering so hard I swear the neighbours can probably hear it. My T-shirt’s stuck to me with sweat, and for a second, I don’t even remember where I am. Then a tiny, sleepy voice pulls me back to reality.“Mommy?”I look down to see Hayden, my six-year-old, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking out in all directions like he fought a war with his pillow.“Hey, baby,” I breathe, forcing a shaky smile. “Bad dream, that’s all.”“You were screaming, mommy,” he says, climbing onto my bed and curl

[Emily]The first thing I notice when I wake up is the smell of peppermint tea, followed by the soft hum of the air conditioner. My cheek is pressed against something smooth, and my head feels like someone’s been tap dancing on it.I blink slowly and adjust my eyes to the sunrays hitting my face through the open window.“Oh, thank God, you’re awake,” Miss Grayson suddenly says, startling me.She sets her mug on her desk and moves toward me, her heels clicking softly against the tile. She’s removed her coat, leaving her in a cream blouse, her hair tied up perfectly like always, and her face calm but worried.I look around and realise I’m in her office, lying on her sofa.“Miss Grayson?” I croak, sitting up too fast, so that my head pounds like a bass drum. “ What… what happened?” I ask, still confused.“You fainted in the conference room,” she says gently. “Scared the life out of everyone, especially Mr Lockwood. Lisa said you hadn’t been feeling well, so I brought you here to rest.”H