Chapter 3She Stole My Heiress Identity

Adrian practically dragged me into the private hospital wing. After a nurse had drawn our blood, we were left to wait in a sterile, silent room.

Throughout the wait, Adrian never took his eyes off me, his expression a complex mix of doubt and a dawning, reluctant hope. I knew what he was seeing. The resemblance was undeniable. The moment I had seen him, I knew in my soul that he was my brother.

Finally, a doctor hurried into the room, a file in his hand. He passed the report to Adrian. As Adrian scanned the page, the color drained from his face.

I leaned over to see.

The results were clear. We were a 99.9% match. We were brother and sister.

"That means Gigi lied to you," Maya gasped, grabbing my arm. "Judy, what is going on?"

Adrian looked up at me, a storm of anger brewing in his eyes. He explained how, months ago, Gigi had approached him with a DNA report claiming to be his sister. He'd been skeptical, so she'd given him a vial of blood to have tested himself. When that test came back as a match, he had believed her. He had welcomed her into his life, into his family.

And it had all been a lie.

He was about to say something more when his phone buzzed violently on the table. He glanced at the screen. It was Gigi.

He put the call on speaker. "Hey, big bro," her cheerful voice chirped through the phone. "I'm not coming home tonight!"

"Fine," Adrian said flatly and hung up. He turned back to me, his jaw tight. "I will get to the bottom of this."

"Okay," I nodded. "I'm supposed to be leaving for a trip tonight. Contact me when you have answers."

I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

"You're going alone? It's not safe. Let me send a bodyguard with you."

I looked at him. The hardness in his face was still there, but his eyes held a flicker of genuine concern. He believed me, I realized. He just needed to unravel the deception himself.

"No, thank you," I said with a small smile. "I've been taking care of myself for a long time." I gently pulled my arm free and walked away.

As I left, I could feel his gaze on my back, a new weight of guilt settling on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he called out, his voice rough. "What happened back then... it was an accident." He quickly explained that our family's nanny had been fired for stealing and had secretly taken me with her when she left. My parents had searched for me their entire lives, never giving up hope, right until the day they died.

Hearing his words, a warmth spread through my chest. For the first time in my life, I knew. I wasn't abandoned. I was loved. I was wanted.

"Take this," Adrian said, holding out a black credit card. "You'll need money for your trip."

"I have my own," I said, pushing his hand away gently. "Wait until you're absolutely sure. Then you can give it to me."

As Maya and I walked out, I glanced back. Adrian was still standing there, staring at the DNA report in his hand, looking utterly lost.