I stare at the medical report in my trembling hands, reading the words over and over until they blur together. The pristine letterhead of Maxwell Medical Labs seems to mock me with its professionalism as it delivers news that shatters my world.
"DNA match confirmed: 98.7% probability of first-degree relation to James bloodline."
My throat tightens as I pace Oliver's vast penthouse office, the Manhattan skyline a glittering backdrop to my internal chaos. The marble floors echo beneath my heels, each click a reminder of the gilded cage I've willingly entered.
"This can't be right," I whisper to myself, but the evidence is undeniable. The test I'd secretly ordered to investigate my fertility issues has revealed something far more explosive.
The sound of the elevator approaching sends me s
