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Chapter 3 - THE DNA DECEPTION — A Web of Lies Unravels

The media went into a frenzy. Headlines across the country screamed: Billionaire Alexander Blake Accused of Child Abduction.

Richard Vance had gone to the press, playing the heartbroken, impoverished father whose children were stolen by a ruthless tech tycoon. Blake Medical Systems' stock plummeted by fifteen percent in a single morning. The board of directors called an emergency meeting to strip Alexander of his CEO title.

But Alexander didn't care about the billions. He sat in his war room, his eyes bloodshot, staring at a DNA profile Marcus had just pulled from a private forensics lab.

"Alexander, you need to see this," Marcus said, slamming a file down. "We ran the DNA samples you gathered from Lily's hairbrush and compared them to Richard Vance’s public medical records from his old job."

Alexander looked at the charts. The markers didn't match.

"He’s not their father," Alexander whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical blow.

"It’s worse than that," Marcus replied. "They aren't even humanly conceived in a normal sense. Lily and Chloe are the successful results of Project Genesis—a highly illegal, classified gene-therapy experiment conducted by your late father’s old shell company twenty years ago. Richard Vance stole the embryos when the lab shut down."

Alexander’s breath hitched. The corridor in his mind—the one filled with his cold, distant father—shattered completely. His father hadn't just ignored him; his father had been trying to create perfect, genetically modified heirs in a lab. Lily and Chloe carried the patented genetic sequence that unlocked the cure to a dozen hereditary terminal illnesses. Their blood was worth hundreds of billions of dollars to the global pharmaceutical black market.

Suddenly, Alexander's private phone rang. An unknown number.

He picked it up. "Vance."

"I see you figured it out, little brother," the voice on the other end chuckled.

Alexander froze. Little brother?

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

"Richard... you're not their father. You're my father's illegitimate son."

"Bingo," Richard spat through the line. "Our dear old dad left me in the gutter while he gave you an empire. He left these girls in a freezer. I took them out to get what’s mine. Meet me at the abandoned Blake Medical warehouse on Pier 42 in one hour. Bring the decryption keys to the Genesis files, or Chloe becomes the highest bidder's property. And Alexander? Don't bring your security. I have eyes on you."

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