Zara returned home furious.
This time, she wasn’t confused.
She was angry.
She dropped her bag and sank into the couch.
“I was about to ruin everything,” she muttered to herself. “These people aren’t good…”
Just then, movement near the doorway caught her attention.
A tall man walked in holding Lilly in his arms.
For a second, her heart skipped.
He looked like Victor.
But there was something else.
Lilly’s nose.
The shape was almost identical to his.
The resemblance was unsettling.
He walked closer and gently placed Lilly down beside Zara.
“There you go,” he said calmly. “I believe she belongs to you.”
Zara nodded slowly.
“I’m Marcus Ashford.”
Of course.
Victor’s brother. I live abroad .
“I’m Zara Johnson,” she replied, extending her hand.
As Marcus shook it, his eyes
