Chapter 147: Painful Confessions and Hidden Truths
Chapter 147: Painful Confessions and Hidden Truths
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
Marcus rubbed his nose bridge, his golden eyes reflecting a helplessness I’d never seen before. His chest rose and fell sharply as he continued to gaze at my face.
made my breath catch.
our mate his voice carrying a weight that
“At least now I have you in my heart,” he declared I was momentarily stunned by his confession. The words ho
me like a physical blow, unexpected and raw.
Then the nausea returned with a vengeance. I turned my head and vomited again, he got
everything I’d consumed.
Marcus waited patiently until I finished retching. “Are you done being sick?”
my body rejecting
Before I could protest, he scooped me up in his arms. My feet left the ground as he carried
Shadow Moon Alpha’s Phantom Rolls–Royce.
“Put me down,” I demanded weakly, though my body had no strength to resist.
“We’ll talk more at the estate,” he said firmly, settling me into the passenger seat.
me toward the
The drive passed in a blur of streetlights and my own churning thoughts. His confession echoed in my mind, but my heart felt too damaged to process what it might mean.
Back at Moonhaven Estate, Marcus carried me upstairs to the Master Suite. Each step felt deliberate, as if he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too quickly.
Rachel opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise. “Elena! What happened?”
“She’s been drinking moonlight wine,” Marcus explained, his voice strained with concern.
Rachel nodded knowingly. “That explains the pále complexion.”
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Marcus brought me to our private chamber, gently placing me on the bed. I immediately turned away from him, facing the wall.
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Rachel hesitated in the doorway, clearly uncertain whether to ask questions about what had transpired.
Marcus looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between us like a
chasm.
“Please take care of her,” he finally said to Rachel. “If I stay to look after her, she won’t be happy when she
wakes up tomorrow.”
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He tucked the blanket around me with surprising gentleness. His fingers brushed against my shoulder briefly before he pulled away.
Then he left the chamber without another word.
Once Marcus departed, I slowly sat up. The movement startled Rachel, who had been quietly organizing my nightclothes.
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“Elenal I thought you were completely drunk, she exclaimed.
“I was only dizzy, not severely intoxicated,” I explained, my voice hoarse from vomiting.
Rachel’s expression grew thoughtful. “Marcus seemed genuinely worried about you.”
“Yes, I heard everything he said,” I replied calmly.
I had been conscious enough to understand his confession about having me in his heart now. But my own heart was already riddled with holes from years of past pain.
His words came too late. The damage had been done long ago.
The next morning, I encountered Marcus as soon as I left the Master Suite. He was waiting in the corridor, his
golden eyes immediately focusing on me.
“Good morning,” I said politely, pretending the previous night’s events were a drunken blur.
“Elena,” he began, stepping closer.
“Thank you for bringing me home last night,” I interrupted, maintaining my facade of forgetfulness.
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Marcus blocked my path to the elevator, his expression intense. “Do you truly remember nothing of your drunken rambling?”
I met his gaze steadily. “It was meaningless alcohol–induced nonsense. Why are you taking it so seriously?”
His jaw tightened at my dismissive tone. We stared at each other in tense silenc
The elevator arrived with a soft chime. I pushed past him to enter, feeling his eyes burning into my back.
(God’s POV)
After the elevator doors closed, Marcus’s phone rang. Amber Stone’s voice was crisp and professional.
“Alpha, I have the investigation results about those two suspicious individuals.”
Marcus pressed the phone closer to his ear. “Report.”
“They weren’t connected to Sophia Rivers or the Sterling family,” Amber Stone explained. “They work for a beauty salon owner named Hazel Green.”
Marcus frowned. “Hazel Green?”
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“She has extensive social connections in the Southern Territory’s upper circles,” Amber Stone continued. “She
likely has significant backing.”
“Continue monitoring the situation,” Marcus instructed, his voice cold with authority.
Meanwhile, Jacob Hayes emerged from a private identification agency, clutching a sealed envelope. His hands trembled slightly as he approached the car.
Adrian Whitmore sat in the back seat, his amber eyes fixed on the envelope. “The results?”
Jacob Hayes handed over the file with barely contained excitement. “Young Master, you should see this
yourself.”
Adrian opened the envelope, his eyes scanning the DNA analysis report. The numbers seemed to blur together until one statistic stood out clearly: 98% genetic match.
He stared at the paper in shock, his hands growing cold. This should have been the moment he’d dreamed of
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for years.
“Young Master!” Jacob Hayes exclaimed, having glimpsed the results. “She’s really your sister!”
Jacob Hayes reached for his phone eagerly. “I must inform your father immediately!”
But Adrian remained silent, his expression troubled. Instead of joy, he felt an unexpected wave of
disappointment.
The girl didn’t feel like his real sister. Something fundamental was missing from their connection.
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
During lunch, I met Adrian at the Crimson Rose Tavern near the Southern Territory Central Healing Institute.
The restaurant buzzed with quiet conversation from other diners.
“How is your sister search progressing?” I asked, cutting into my grilled salmon.
Adrian’s expression darkened. “I found her.”
I looked up in surprise. “That’s wonderful news! You must be thrilled.”
“I should be,” he said quietly. “But I feel strangely unhappy about it.”
His amber eyes reflected confusion and disappointment. “Despite the DNA
feeling that this girl isn’t my real sister.”
I set down my fork, studying his troubled face. “Perhaps it’s d
automatically create emotional bonds.”
Onfirmation, I can’t shake the
to your long separation. Blood relations don’t
Adrian nodded slowly. “Maybe you’re right. Her name is Sandy Parker.”
The name hit me like lightning. Sandy Parker – I had seen that exact name listed as an emergency contact for
William Parker at the healing institute.
“Sandy Parker?” I repeated carefully.
“Yes. Do you know her?”
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I tried to keep my voice neutral. “I may have encountered that name before. Is she William Parker’s daughter?”
Adrian’s eyes sharpened with interest. “You know William Parker?”
“He’s a patient at our institute,” I explained. “Brain hemorrhage surgery.”
The coincidence seemed too convenient. Was this the same Sandy Parker, or merely someone with the same
name?
(God’s POV)
After lunch, Adrian walked toward the underground parking area. The concrete structure echoed with his
footsteps.
A red sports car approached him, its engine purring softly. The vehicle stopped directly in front of him.
A middle–aged woman emerged, removing her designer sunglasses with a flourish. Her features were elegant but artificially enhanced, giving her face a slightly unnatural appearance.
“Adrian,” she said warmly, her voice carrying a familiar tone.
Adrian’s eyes widened in recognition. “Aunt Hazel?”
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Hazel Green smiled, her gloved hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder. “You look so much like your father.
It’s remarkable”
Her touch felt both familiar and calculating. “How has your mother Dorothea been faring over the years?”
Her eyebrow raised slightly, and there was something predatory in her expression that made Adrian instinctively step back.
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