The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 392

For a moment, everything goes still even my own heart. Shock crashes through me like a tidal wave I never saw coming. I can’t hear anything except the ringing in my ears and the relentless pounding of my heart.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, trying to center my thoughts, but it does nothing. Her words keep echoing in my head, over and over again, refusing to settle.

“Related?” Mom asks, her voice breathy, like she’s struggling to pull air into her lungs. “What the hell do you mean?”

“Yeah, Mom… how can you be related to Sierra?” Lilly adds, her voice trembling.

“I mean exactly that,” Aunt Harper says, her voice shaking now. “Sierra and I are blood relatives.”

“No… no, no,” Mom repeats, shaking her head as if she can undo the words just by refusing to accept them. “That’s not true. There has to be a mistake. There has to be.”

Aunt Harper doesn’t look away from her, even as her eyes fill with tears. “There is no mistake, Ivy. The test was done multiple times, and every time the results came back the same.”

I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the shock that keeps rolling through me in waves. I thought I was ready for whatever she was going to say. I thought I had prepared myself. After everything I’ve been through, I believed nothing could truly surprise me anymore. I was wrong because I never saw this coming.

“You said she’s related to you by blood,” Lilly says slowly, her voice unsteady. “Does that mean… does that mean…”

“It means she’s your cousin,” Aunt Harper says gently, finishing the thought for her. “The results indicate that I’m most likely her aunt, and since I only have one sibling…”

“She’s Uncle Andrew’s daughter,” Lilly says, the realization hitting her.

Aunt Harper nods confirming it.

Mom doesn’t say anything. She just sits there, staring at her, eyes wide, disbelief written all over her expression

My heart tightens painfully in my chest, making it hard to breathe as I turn to look at Mom. I’ve always wondered who my father was, but like I said, she always brushed the topic aside and never spoke about him. I used to think he was just another deadbeat, someone who walked away before I was even born, or maybe someone who simply didn’t want a child, but never not even in my wildest thoughts did I imagine that my father was dead.

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