Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 442

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Chapter 442: Jasper’s True Identity Revealed

Chapter 442: Jasper’s True Identity Revealed

(Amelia’s POV)

Even through the phone, I could feel Theodore’s excitement.

It wasn’t something he would ever say outright. But it was there – in the slight warmth in his voice, in the way he paused just a beat longer than usual.

“Congratulations,” I said, smiling as I stepped out of the car and pushed the door shut behind me.

I walked toward the East House, the evening air cool against my face.

From the moment we confirmed Jasper was truly Theodore’s younger brother, I had known Theodore wanted to acknowledge him publicly. He didn’t want his brother to keep carrying false accusations. But he hadn’t wanted to force Jasper into anything, so he had waited, and respected Jasper’s pace.

Now Jasper had come forward on his own.

Of course Theodore was happy.

“When are you planning to make it official?” I asked.

A low, quiet laugh came through the speaker.

“That depends,” Theodore said, “on how you’re planning to use the current media frenzy.”

I felt the corner of my mouth lift.

“You always know exactly what I’m thinking,” I said.

“I’ve had practice.”

I stepped through the side entrance and into the hallway.

“I’ll let the rumors run for two more days,” I said. “Let the heat build. On the third day, when it peaks, I’ll push out the evidence – the recording from set, the bullying documentation. We clear Jasper’s name while everyone is already watching.”

“And then?” Theodore asked.

“And then,” I said, “it’s your turn.”

A brief pause.

“Five days from now,” he said. “I’ll make the official announcement. Jasper is my brother. No ambiguity.”

I nodded to myself.

“Watch Mason’s side,” I said. “Once this goes public, he’ll move.”

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“I’ve already prepared for that.” Theodore’s voice was steady, carrying the particular calm of someone who has thought ten steps ahead. “Grandfather, Mason – neither of them will cause a real problem. The power struggle inside the Crimson Moon Pack has gone on long enough. It’s time to end it.”

I walked up the stairs toward my room.

“Then I’ll wish you every success,” I said.

“And I’ll wish you the same.” His voice softened slightly. “Don’t stay up too late.”

I laughed once, quietly, and ended the call.

Three days passed.

As the rumors about Jasper and me continued to spread online, *Treatment Diary”s official social media account announced the start of production. The comments section erupted immediately – the attacks focused on Jasper’s past scandals and the recent affair speculation, layered on top of each other in an ugly pile.

But that evening, everything reversed.

The evidence dropped without warning.

Director Kyle – the man Jasper had allegedly assaulted on set – released a recorded video. In it, he admitted he had attempted to use his position to coerce a young actress into a sexual relationship. Jasper had intervened to stop him. The punch had been the result.

At nearly the same moment, the victim from the school bullying incident posted a public statement.

He wrote that he had lied. That he had been too afraid to name the real perpetrators, and in his cowardice, he had accused Jasper – the person who had actually tried to protect him. He wrote that Jasper had known the truth all along, and had chosen to stay silent rather than expose him.

In the media interviews that followed, Jasper was composed.

He said he didn’t blame his former classmate. He blamed the people who had used their power to push innocent people into impossible corners.

The online reaction shifted completely.

Comments flooded in – apologies, praise, people calling themselves fools for believing the original stories. But beneath the support, the same question kept surfacing:

*Then what is his real relationship with Amelia Stone?*

Three more days passed.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Theodore’s social media account – rarely updated, followed by millions

purely out of curiosity – posted a single line.

It tagged Jasper’s account.

Chapter 442 Jasper’s True identity Revealed *Welcome home, my true brother.*

Within seconds, Jasper reposted it.

“He is my real brother.*

The internet detonated.

・

I was sitting at my desk when the notifications started cascading across my screen. I watched the trending list rearrange itself in real time, Jasper’s name and Theodore’s climbing past everything else

within minutes.

The comments moved fast.

*The real Ronan was a fake this whole time? That’s why he went after his own brother because he was

never actually family.*

*Wait. So Jasper and Amelia were alone together because of Pack business. There was never anything

else going on.*

*I feel sick. We attacked an innocent person for months.*

Shortly after, Jasper posted a longer statement.

He explained that Amelia had been quietly helping him for some time. That Theodore had known about it from the beginning. That none of it had been hidden from anyone who mattered.

The misunderstanding dissolved completely.

And then the anger turned.

Someone cross–referenced the original paparazzi photos – the angle of the shots, the timestamp, the position of the vehicle parked across the street. Within an hour, they had traced the car.

It belonged to Celine.

The comments shifted direction without hesitation.

*The fake daughter who got thrown out of the Stone River Pack is still running smear campaigns? What is

wrong with her?*

*She deliberately targeted her own pack’s true daughter. This isn’t just petty jealousy. This is malicious.*

*Someone needs to hold her accountable.*

I read through the threads for a while, then set my phone face–down on the nightstand.

I had eaten dinner, showered, and changed. The room was quiet. Outside, the city lights were faint against the dark sky.

I pulled the blanket up and settled back against the pillows.

My phone lit up.

Chapter 442 Jasper’s True Identity sealed

Silas.

I answered

“Report,” I said.

“Our operative inside the talent agency sent word.” Silas’s voice was flat and precise, the way it always was when the news was bad. “A girl named Sherry. Celine took her out about a week ago. When she came back, she was barely functional severe depression, and our operative caught her trying to hurt herself

twice.”

I stopped scrolling.

“Our operative spent days getting her to talk,” Silas continued. “Tonight she finally did. Celine took her to meet Griffin Drake. Celine forced her to put on revealing clothing and perform in front of him. When Sherry refused, she was beaten. Since then, Celine has been threatening her every day to keep her quiet.”

My hand tightened slightly around the phone.

“Tomorrow,” Silas said, “Celine plans to bring her back to Griffin again. If Sherry still won’t comply, she’ll be sold to an overseas criminal network.”

The lightness I had been carrying all evening was gone.

Inside my mind, Ava let out a low, vicious growl – the kind that came from somewhere deep and instinctive, fury and protectiveness twisted together.

*These filthy cowards. Trafficking and brutalizing innocent girls. Let me tear their throats out.*

I didn’t argue with her.

“Silas,” I said. My voice was very calm.

“Yes.”

“Tell our operative to prepare. Tomorrow night, we spring the trap.” I kept my tone even, each word deliberate. “We expose everything behind that agency – every dirty transaction, every name. Bring Celine to

me directly.”

“Understood.”

“And Sherry,” I said. “And every other girl they’ve coerced or deceived. Make sure they’re protected. That’s the priority.”

“It will be done,” Silas said.

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