The DNA report remained clenched in Adrian's hand long after he left Marco's office. His daughter. Isabella was his daughter. Every memory replayed itself differently now. Her smile. Her eyes. Her stubbornness. The way she cared for others. She was his. And somehow, he had lost five years of her life. That night, Adrian stormed into the De Luca mansion. Sofia immediately sensed something was wrong. "Adrian?" Without a word, he threw the DNA report onto the table. The papers scattered everywhere. Sofia's face instantly paled. "What is this?" "Read it." Her hands trembled as she picked it up. The moment she saw the result, fear gripped her heart. No. No. No. How was this possible? Adrian's cold voice cut through the silence. "Why didn't you tell me Elena had twins?"

