Aruna did not cry.
She did not panic.
She researched.
At three in the morning, the penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Dante was asleep for once, exhaustion finally claiming him after back to back security briefings.
Aruna lay beside him with her eyes open.
The DNA report confirms paternity, but not maternity.
The sentence replayed in her head like a broken frequency.
She moved carefully, slipping out of bed without waking him. The bathroom light flicked on softly. She locked the door.
Then she opened her laptop.
If Adrian had manipulated her life from the shadows, she would start cutting into those shadows one layer at a time.
She pulled up the original DNA document.
Lab name. Verification seal. Timestamp. Digital signature.
Everything looked legit
