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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI shook my head, trying to process it all. "So my father's case is different," I mumbled, more to myself than to Angelo.
He nodded. "Yeah, it seems she figured out early on that your father actually loved his wife. That's why she went for something bigger-something that could give her a lifetof financial security." Pregnancy. Of course. It was the oldest trick in the book, and yet my father had fallen for it. "For someone with her kind of character," I said, my voice heavy with skepticism, "there's a lot to doubt." The question that had been gnawing atfor strose to the surface. "Is Maya even his daughter?" I couldn't trust them. None of them. I turned to Angelo. "I need you to go to the estate and geta sample of her hair. I want a DNA test." Angelo raised an eyebrow. "Do you want her to know about this?" I shook my head. "No. I'd rather find out without her knowing a thing." If she's not related to me, I'll sit back and see what gshe's really playing. Because if she doesn't get what she wants, she'll go public. She'll claim she's my father's illegitimate daughter, and when that happens, I'll have her arrested for defamation." Angelo cleared his throat. "No offense, but getting into the estate without knowing if she's hcould be tricky." I was already ahead of him. "I'll take care of that. I'll invite her and her mother to a meeting at my office tomorrow. While they're here, you'll have access to the estate. The security system hasn't worked since the house went up for sale, so you won't have to worry about being caught on camera." "Sounds good," Angelo said with a nod.
I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message to my secretary, instructing her to set up a meeting with Maya and her mother for the next day.
************ The following day, right at noon, Maya and her mother arrived at my office. Maya's excitement was practically written all over her face but her mother, entered the room with a cool, collected demeanor. It was unsettling how well she masked the evil she was capable of. "Please, have a seat," I said, gesturing toward the chairs in front of my desk.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey both sat down, eyes trained on me, waiting forto explain why I had called them here. "After thinking it over," I began slowly, gauging their reactions, "I've decided not to sell the estate." Maya's eyes flickered toward her mother, whose expression barely changed, though I could sense her relief. Maya; on the other hand, wasn't satisfied. She leaned forward, her voice steady but demanding." "That's not enough, Mr. Williams. The deal has changed. We don't just want you to keep the house off the market. We want it transferred to us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her audacity. "You want the house?" I repeated, trying to suppress my amusement. "As his daughter," she said, "I'm entitled to something." Her boldness was striking. She could have blackmailed my father into giving her property, money, or something else, but the way her daughter is fighting for a house tells a different story. "I have a question." She nodded. "shoot." Moving my gaze from Maya, I pinned it on the bigger viper. "the question is for your mother." Her mother met my eyes, unfazed. "Go ahead." "Didn't he pay child support? Didn't he give you anything that can offer you a life of luxury?" I asked, my voice calm but pointed.
She folded her arms and looked down for a moment before speaking. "He was ashamed," she said softly. "Ashamed of what he had done. He barely acknowledged Maya as his daughter, only giving us just enough to live on."
I raised an eyebrow, not buying her sob story. "You've been living in an entire estate. That's a bit more than 'just enough,' don't you think?" Maya rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. "We were living there with an expiration date. That much was obvious." She was more vicious than her mother, more cunning. "So, let
get this straight-you want the estate signed over to you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "And in exchange, you'll keep this out of the media?" Maya smiled,m. "Exactly. So, do we have a deal?" Before I could respond, my phone chimed. I glanced at the screen. YOU CAN END THE MEETING. I HAVE THE HAIR SAMPLE.
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