Novel & Cerita Danielle Cohn Birth Certificate

“And not just pocket change. Hundreds of thousands. Quiet deposits. Disguised through fake grants and scholarships. All of it made to look like she was the one receiving them.” I clenched my jaw so tightly it ached. “To the outside world, it looks like she was complicit.” “That’s the setup,” Danielle said. “But there’s more.” She tapped into another file. A digitized document appeared. “Birth certificate,” she said. “Original. Not the one from the state registry. This one was buried under a sealed trust—only accessible through an internal data leak.” My heart was already pounding. Then I saw it. Name: Eleanor Rose Sinclair

“Is it really your birthday?” Gerald calmly countered her. Reina fell silent instantly, fear overwhelming her mind and sending chills down her spine. “Henry, I was bored the other day so I did some digging and found these two birth certificates by accident,” Nathan said lazily, as if he was worried other people would think he was anything but a rich yet irresponsible heir. “One states that your biological daughter, North Myers, was born on December 29th about 21 years ago. The other one…” Nathan trailed off before flinging the certificate into the crowd.

“We’re getting there.” A soft chime sounded on their end. Ghost stepped into frame — quiet, focused, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Matteo,” he said. “Everyone.” I nodded. “Go ahead.” Ghost tapped a few keys, and a new document filled the screen. Old. Faded. But readable. A birth record. Mama leaned forward. “What is that?” Ghost zoomed in. Mother: Siobhan O’Connell Infant: Male Date of Birth: March 12, 1995

Daniela’s POV So much for trying to de-redden my face. I snatched the pen and signed the papers. I didn’t say anything afterwards. I turned to my food, trying to use that to push down the painful lump in my throat. Not fruitful. My name was Daniela Jackson now, the wife of Alexander Jackson, so that my aunt could have a peaceful life, and I could atone for my sins. I had left my old life for one of uncertainty, and I had gotten married to this big shot without even having the opportunity to tell the only friend I had left, Cole.

"Okay, let's go to the meeting, I'm curious to see what will come of all this "I'm telling you not to try anything against Dhanyela, especially if it's confirmed that she is Aline's daughter. Unfortunately, I searched for some information and even Alessa's life was no longer available in the registry office's archives, apart from Aline's marriage certificate "And... so Alessa's certificate and Dhany's? Dhany's certificate, somehow Alessa's has always been unavailable as if it didn't exist, and Dhany's certificate has Aline's name on it, so these doubts you have are unfounded

"The truth doesn't change based on who's watching." "Interesting," Sophia said, moving further into the room. "Because the truth is exactly what we're here to establish." "Then let's start with the basics." Claire walked to a table where she'd laid out documents—old photographs, papers, what looked like medical records. "I was born Sophia Elena Dante on March 15th, 1998, at Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan. My parents were Michael and Elena Dante. I have proof." She held up a birth certificate that looked genuinely aged, complete with the official stamp and signatures.

Sister Marguerite's gnarled fingers trembled as she extended the file folder. The faded label read *Subject D-29* in Ryans' precise handwriting. I reached for it, but Daniela was faster. Her breath hitched as she flipped it open. Inside: a birth certificate for Mateo Perez, born eighteen months after our separation. Father: Unknown. Mother: Daniela Perez, age 13. The room spun. "You never told me," I whispered.

"Until she wasn't." I dug deeper into the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. It felt heavy, official. CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH Name: Sierra Figueroa Date of Birth: October 17th, 2000 Place of Birth: St. Jude’s Private Wing Mother: Lilian Figueroa Father: [REDACTED] I ran my thumb over my name. Sierra Figueroa. It was right there in black and white, signed and sealed. The DNA might have been faked by the Wellingtons and the Galbraiths, but this... this was the truth they couldn't rewrite.

"Elena sent me a mountain of paperwork and I'm completely drowning in it." "This is important," Danika replied, as her voice vibrated with barely contained excitement. Something in her tone made me pause. "What is it?" I asked carefully. "Close your laptop," Danika instructed. I hesitated, staring at the open tabs, then shut it slowly. "Chelley," Danika began, I could hear the smile breaking through every word. "Dariel, or whatever his name actually is, is not Dorian's child. The DNA results came back with absolutely zero match."