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Snow was coming down hard outside.
Leaning on her pillow, Alison gazed at the fancy bracelet Javon gave her.
If her memory served her right, her aunt had said this was meant for the future lady of the Murphy family.
Her mind journeyed back to the year before.
After faking her death and getting away, she traveled the world for three months before arriving here.
At the airport exit, she spotted a man who stood out.
He had sharp features and cool yet piercing eyes.
His tailored shirt and slacks had a simple elegance, exuding sophistication and restraint.
Alison looked away, waiting for her contact to show up.
Unexpectedly, the man walked up to her and offered his hand. “Hello, Ms. Parrish. I’m Javon Murphy.”
Alison was surprised.
She was surprised that the reliable, organized voice on the phone belonged to such a handsome man.
“Hi, I’m Alison Parrish.”
That was how she ended up as the “adopted daughter” of the
Parrish family, raised by the Murphys as Alison Parrish.
It turned out that on the day Grace was born twenty–eight years ago, her parents had a plan. They set up an identity for a “twin daughter“, just in case she might run into any trouble.
The Murphy family, indebted to the Parrish family and well- connected in Caumar, made it happen.
Over the past year, the Murphys treated her like family, showering her with the parental love she hadn’t felt in ages.
Javon, quiet and reserved, was like a true brother, always there for her when she needed him.
She healed her heart and gradually became the real Alison.
The betrayals, loves, and hates had all become history, locked in her memories.
Alison snapped back to reality, grabbed her phone, and texted, “He’s likely investigating everything about me, including a DNA test.”
Javon replied almost instantly: “Don’t worry. I’ve got it all sorted.”
Alison thought for a moment, then typed another line:
“Thanks for playing my fiance today. In my heart, you’re the best brother I could ask for.”
At the same time, a message popped up on the other end: “Have you seen the gift?”
Suddenly, both sides fell silent.
On Alison’s phone screen, it kept showing the other party was
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It wasn’t until much later that Javon finally texted: “My pleasure.”
Night fell.
On their phones, both of them were lost in their own thoughts.
Meanwhile, on the empty street, a man sat in a dark Maybach, staring at the light in the apartment, as if he was yearning for his wife.
The DNA match report came out.
It showed she wasn’t his wife.
It was actually someone who shared blood with his wife.
He doubted it.
His instinct didn’t die.
However, recalling her resolute expression, her resistance, and the absence of any tattoo, he wavered again.
Antonio’s mind was a mess.
His heart kept plunging.
It felt like it would never hit bottom.
After a bit, he lit up a cigarette and rolled down the car window.
As the smoke cleared, uncertainty and vulnerability filled his
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