On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 70

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Axel’s jaw dropped, his throat tightening as he swallowed nothing. He stared at Tracy, his heart melting. For the first time since becoming a mafia, his eyes watered.

Staring at her now, it felt as if he had never truly seen her before. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, but it saddened him instantly. She hadn’t grown up in his care; she hadn’t grown in his sight. And she had grown in the hands of the wrong person.

He took a few steps toward her, unable to hold himself back.

The look on Tracy’s face was one of pure confusion. She could barely read Axel, and the sympathetic gazes from everyone else in the room made the atmosphere feel like a reunion.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Axel’s actions cut her off.

“Oh, Alexia…” His voice cracked as he pulled her into a tight hug, his breath heavy with emotion. Tears began to fall freely down his cheeks. Tracy, still in shock, stood there, unsure of how to react. Her eyes scanned the room—first meeting Hazel’s, then Alex’s, and finally Mr. Marco’s.

She scoffed, clearly bewildered, and asked, “Why is he calling me Alexia… and what’s with the hug?”

Her confusion only deepened. Axel’s intensity left her rattled, but she couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

Before she could speak again, Axel gently pulled away, holding onto her arm. Tracy stared at him, her expression one of total disbelief.

In all her life, she had never seen Axel so vulnerable, so exposed.

He had always been cold, different—so distant. But now, standing before her, he seemed completely undone.

“Why are you calling me Alexia? Can someone explain to me what’s happening?” she finally managed to ask. Axel sighed, a weight in his voice.

“You… You are my sister, Tracy. You’re Alexia.”

The words hung in the air like a bomb, and they hit Tracy harder than anything she had ever felt.

Her body stiffened as disbelief washed over her. She let out a scoff, her mind refusing to process what he had just said. She burst out laughing, but the room fell silent, the others watching her with wide eyes.

“Did you transfer all your blood and lose your sense of reasoning?”

Her words were sharp and dismissive, but they struck everyone in the room, aside from Axel. They exchanged confused glances, unsure how to respond. Tracy’s words were rude, and they were shocked that she wasn’t already lying on the floor. Hazel, who had known Axel’s dark side, wasn’t as surprised by the outburst but still felt the tension in the room.

“I’m not insane, Tracy… you are my sister, Alexia.” Axel’s voice was steady but heavy with pain, his gaze unwavering.

Seeing the deadly serious look on Axel’s face, Tracy pulled her hands from him, stepping backward.

Axel’s heart dropped at that action, and he stared at her disheartened as she walked away.

“How can… How can that happen? No! Excuse me, but I am not Alexia… I am Tracy. I… I have just my dad. My mum died after giving birth to me, and I… do not have a brother.” Those words were like slaps to Axel’s ear, but they also alerted Hazel and Alex that something was going on. How could Tracy not remember anything if she got drawn at age 7?

“They are not your family, Alexia.” He presented the medallion forward. “Look… here… we both share the same medallion, right?”

Tracy’s eyes snapped wide open. She snatched the medallion from him.

She almost called him a thief until she opened it and found out hers was burnt, and this one was still freshly made.

“How… how… did we share… the same medallion?” Her voice cracked.

“Apparently, you’re Axel’s sister,” Hazel confirmed, and Tracy scoffed.

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