The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Who Is His Father?

Harper’s hand trembled as she stared at the email on her phone.

The subject line alone made her heart pound violently; she could feel her chest quickly expanding and contracting.

[The identity of your son’s biological father.]

Her fingers hovered above the screen, but she could not bring herself to open it right away.

"What’s this...?" she whispered under her breath.

Her throat felt dry. For a moment, she stood by the bed, breathing slowly, trying to steady the sudden storm inside her chest.

Something about the email felt wrong. Dangerous. As if opening it would shatter something she had carefully built for years.

Harper instinctively turned her head toward the bed.

Her son lay there quietly, wrapped in the hospital blanket. His small chest rose and fell slowly as he slept, his pale face relaxed in peaceful exhaustion.

Seeing that he had finally fallen asleep brought her a small sense of relief.

Good. She did not want her son to see her like this again.

Quickly, Harper sat down on the stool beside the bed, lowering the brightness of her phone screen before finally opening the email.

The moment the contents loaded, her eyes widened.

Inside were several attachments.

A copy of a message exchange.

A short CCTV video clip.

A record of a bank transfer.

And several documents that looked frighteningly familiar.

Harper’s breathing stopped.

’No! No... this can’t be...’

Her fingers moved stiffly as she opened the first file.

It was a screenshot of a conversation. The words were clear. Too clear. They described arrangements, payments, and instructions related to that night years ago.

The night of the New Year’s banquet.

The night she had planned everything.

Her chest tightened painfully.

Her fingers trembled harder as she opened the CCTV clip.

The short footage showed the hallway of the hotel floor, and there she was, walking down the corridor.

Her eyes moved quickly across the screen, following the moment her past self stopped in front of a door.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The room number.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she tried to stop herself from screaming.

"Wait... wait..."

Her voice barely escaped her lips.

"That’s not..."

Her mind suddenly went blank.

"That’s not Axel’s presidential suite..."

Her entire body went cold.

She quickly opened another image attached to the email. This one was a still frame from another CCTV angle.

Again, the room number was visible.

And it was not Axel Knight’s room.

Harper’s hand began shaking so badly that she almost dropped the phone.

Now she understood the meaning of the email title.

Now she understood why Axel was so confident when he denied her claim.

Because she had never entered his room that night.

Because the man she slept with...

Was someone else?

A sharp pain shot through her head.

"God... why... why become like this?" she whispered hoarsely.

Her fingers dug into her temple as she tried to force her memory to work.

That night... The wine. The dizziness that struck her. The strange warmth was spreading through her body.

She assumed everything was going according to her plan. She believed she had successfully entered Axel Knight’s room and was finally having sex as his personal assistant had arranged.

But now—

"Damn it..." she whispered through clenched teeth. Her head throbbed harder. "Why did I drink that wine...? How could I ruin my own plan? Why? Ugh, wait, how could I get this room card key?"

Once again, fragments of memory flickered in her mind. The banquet hall. The crowded ballroom. The glass in her hand.

Her vision is becoming slightly blurry.

"You’re such an idiot, Harper..." she muttered bitterly to herself. "So stupid..."

Her nails pressed into her palm as anger and panic flooded her chest.

She had carefully arranged everything that night. The plan was flawless in her mind.

Drug Axel. Spend the night with him without taking a pill and get pregnant.

Tie herself permanently to one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the city.

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