Lila’s POV
Lost in a whirlwind of doubt and warring emotions, only one certainty remained—my love for the two men beside me ran deeper than any blood tie. It was authentic, unshakeable, and far more meaningful than any laboratory analysis could ever prove.
"I cannot stop being your daughter!" I pressed myself against my father’s chest like he was my lifeline, feeling his powerful arms encircle me as tears cascaded down my cheeks.
I surrendered completely to this moment, sensing Beckett’s presence as he joined our embrace. No words were needed when our tears conveyed everything—their anxieties matched mine perfectly. The possibility that our bond might fracture simply because we might not share DNA seemed ludicrous when faced with such deep devotion.
The connection that united us wasn’t encoded in genetics but carved into my soul. Every shared experience, every lesson learned, every precious moment had shaped my identity far more than chromosomes ever could.
When what seemed like hours had passed, my father slowly drew back, cupping my face in his calloused hands. He brushed away my tears with gentle thumbs, giving me that same protective smile that had comforted me since childhood.
"Daughter! You will forever be my daughter—flesh of my heart and spirit! Nothing can alter that truth. You are Lila Sullivan, my cherished daughter." He kissed my forehead softly, cementing his vow.
"And don’t imagine for one moment you’ll stop being my sister," Beckett interjected with surprising lightness. "You’ll always be my little princess."
I found myself laughing despite my tears at the pet name he’d dropped when I’d declared myself too mature for such endearments.
"I love you both beyond measure. You are my family." I squared my shoulders, gathering my resolve. "But I must learn the truth. I must discover if that woman truly gave birth to me."
"We’re awaiting the DNA analysis," Katarina interrupted, capturing my attention.
My father’s demeanor brightened marginally as he regarded her. "So that explains your encounter with Claire yesterday."
"What encounter?" I questioned, puzzled.
"Oh, this is absolutely priceless," Beckett chuckled, offering me his phone. "Just hit play."
The footage revealed Katarina practically attacking Claire, concluding with her victoriously clutching handfuls of hair. I felt torn between shock and admiration.
"I apologize that she targeted you afterwards, but we required her hair samples," Katarina said with regret.
"She didn’t strike because of that incident. Claire always targets me, as you’re well aware. But I’ve ended it today. I warned her never to approach me again, and next time, I’ll have Daniel place her under arrest."
"About time!" Daniel released a dramatic sigh, settling deeper into his chair.


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