The rain hadn’t stopped since he left her apartment.
Daniel stood outside Zahra’s building, his designer suit soaked, but he didn’t move.
He had come to tell her the truth. That he wasn’t just a billionaire heir. That the woman who raised him… wasn’t his real mother.
And that Zahra’s painting… was the same portrait his dead biological mother kept hidden in her room.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: `Stop getting close to her. She’s not who you think she is.`
Daniel looked up at Zahra’s window. Her light was still on.
Inside, Zahra was staring at the DNA test result in her hands.
`99.9% Match.`
Her son was alive.
And he was the same man who had kissed her 3 nights ago.
Her hands shook. `God… what have I done?`The doorbell rang.
Daniel.
Zahra dropped the paper. She couldn’t face him. Not after that kiss. Not knowing he was her son.
But he kept ringing. `Zahra, please. I know something is wrong. Open the door.`Zahra’s hand was on the doorknob… but she couldn’t turn it.
If she opened it, her whole life would change forever.Her heart was pounding. Daniel’s voice broke through the door. `Zahra, I’m not leaving until you talk to me.`