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THE BROKEN COMPASS: SHADOWS OF THE MONTGOMERY HEIRS / Chapter 6 / 8

Chapter 6 - The Betrayal WithinMy heart plummeted into my stomach. "What do you mean? What did the test say?"

Agent Vance walked over, gesturing for the nanny to take the girls a few paces back. She handed me the printout.

"The DNA test confirms that you are the biological father of Regina and Lucy," she said, pointing at the markers on the sheet. "100% match."

"And Valerie?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

"Valerie is not your daughter," Agent Vance said grimly. "In fact... Valerie isn't even Camila's biological daughter."

The world seemed to spin on its axis. "What?! That’s impossible! They’re triplets!"

"They were presented as triplets," Agent Vance corrected. "According to the genetic markers, Valerie shares no DNA with you or Camila. But her DNA matches a completely different high-profile family."

"Who?" I demanded, my hands trembling as I stared at the paper.

"The Dominion family," Agent Vance whispered. "Your uncle’s family."

The realization hit me like a physical blow. The night in Seattle eight years ago... it hadn't been a random chance encounter.

Camila hadn't run away alone. She had been accompanied by my cousin, Marcus Vance—my uncle's son and heir. Camila had been pregnant with twins—my daughters. But my uncle and Arthur Montgomery had engineered a grand swap at birth.

They had taken Marcus’s child—Valerie—and swapped her into the set, using the fake "triplets" narrative to create a unified corporate trust fund that tied the Montgomery and Vance-Dominion fortunes together forever!

"Where is Camila?" I yelled, jumping up from the ambulance bumper. "I need to speak to Camila!"

"Mr. Vance, calm down—"

I ignored the agent and stormed toward the medical trailer where Camila was being held. I threw open the door.

Camila was sitting on the edge of the examination table. She wasn't crying anymore. The vacant, drugged look in her eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp intensity.

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