Rewriting Life (Eliana and Cameron) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Miss, you made the call just now, didn’t you?” the bodyguard asked, his tone polite but firm.

“Yealu 1 did” Eliana replied, her gaze flicking to the gleaming Rolls–Royce idling nearby. She frowned, confusion clouding her face. “But… this doesn’t seem right.”

Then it must be you, the bodyguard said with absolute certainty. “Please, get in the car.”

Before Eliana could fully process what was happening, the man acted with military precision. In one swift move, he opened the car door and practically lifted her inside, his strength catching her completely off guard.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on a second!” Eliana yelped as she found herself seated in the plush leather interior

Her mind raced. ‘Are bodyguards always this intense? Or–wait–am I being kidnapped? But who even uses a Rolls–Royce for kidnapping”

She shot the man a sharp look. “What on earth is going on here!”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied cryptically, settling into the driver’s seat like they were on a casual Sunday drive.

The car glided through the city before heading into the countryside. Before long, they pulled up to an estate so massive it looked like something out of a movie. Eliana’s jaw dropped as she stepped out of the car and stared up at the sprawling mansion

“Right this way,” the bodyguard said, gesturing toward the grand entrance.

The mansion’s double doors swung open, revealing two perfectly aligned rows of maids standing at attention, their crisp uniforms and synchronized bows making Eliana feel like she’d stepped into a billionaire’s fantasy

She walked inside cautiously, her eyes darted around, taking in the absurdly lavish surroundings–the gilded walls, the antique furniture at every corner. The place was a far cry from what she’d imagined.

Wait a minute. wasn’t I told my y birth family was broker she thought, her confusion deepening with every step. This place is the opposite of poor Did I somehow end up in the wrong house?”

Just then, an elderly woman with silver hair hurried down the grand staircase. Dressed in an elegant white–and–gold tunic, she leaned lightly on a polished wooden cane, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This was Naomi Davis, Eliana’s grandmother, and her graceful demeanor exuded both strength and warmth as she approached.

“Are you the girl who made the call?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion, tears glistening in her sharp, gray eye

eyes.

Chana blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… yes, that was me. But a man answered. Can you please tell me what’s g

going on?

Before she could process the situation, a medical team appeared seemingly out of nowhere. They moved with swift efficiency, setting up equipment and taking a blood sample from her right then and there–without offering so much as a word of explanation.

Elma froze, staring at them in disbelief, completely floored by the unexpected turn of events.

Naomi gently took Huna’s hand, leading lier to an ornate couch near the foyer. Patting her hand with a grandmotherly tenderness, Naomi said, “Now now, my dear, sit down and let’s talk. Sweetheart, what’s your name?”

“Elona · Eliana Garcia; she replied.

“Eliana” Naomi repeated, as if savoring the name. She nodded, her expression softening. “Such a lovely name. And how, my dear, did you come to believe you’re part of our family?

Eliana besitated, still trying to wrap her head around the situation “Honestly, not sure what’s going on. But everything I was told about my birth family doesn’t add up.

Someone said my dad’s a gambling addict, my mom’s uli, kind of a sluse, and my brother’s a thirty–something bachelor still living at home They painted a pretty bleak picture”

At that, Naomi burst into a fit of laughter, so genuine and hearty that echoed through the grand hall. “A gambling addict, a shrew, and a bachelor?” she repeated between giggles, wiping tears of amusement from her eyes. “Ol my dear, no one has ever described the Davis family like that before. That’s definitely a first!”

Meanwhile, the medical team worked w

swiftly, and in no time, the results appeared on the screen–09999% match

The doctor, barely able to contain his excitement, announced, “Mrs. Duvist It’s confirmed–she’s your granddaughter!”

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“What Really?” Naomi shot up from the couch, chitching Eliana’s hands with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy. “Eliana, my dear, I’ve waited so long for this moment! I never thought I’d live to see the day you’d come home. Oh, thank the heaven!”

squeezed Eliana’s hands tighter, her voice trembling. “You’re not a Garcia–you’re a Davis! Your name is Eliana Davis?”

“Eliana. Davis?” Eliana repeated, her head spinning as the reality began to sink in. The sudden shift in identity felt surreal. “Wait a second… What’s really going on here!”

Naomi gently patted her hand and offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Il explain everything.”

As Ehana sat down beside her, Naomi shared the story. The day you were born, there was a terrible mistake at the hospital. You were accidentally swapped with another infant by a distracted nurse. By the time we discovered what happened, you were already gone

“We tried everything everything–to find you, but you had disappeared without a trace.”

Her voice cracked as she continued. “The child we raised wasn’t ours, and once we tracked down her biological family, we returned her immediately. But you.. you remained a mystery. No matter how hard we searched, we couldn’t find you”

Eliana Eistened in stunned silence, struggling to process what she was hearing.

“And because we’re…” Naomi hesitated before choosing her words. “Let’s just say, because of the family’s wealth and status, we had countless frauds claiming to be you. People showed up hoping to cash in on a fortune, telling the most ridiculous lies

*So, we spread a little misinformation. We made it known that the Davis family was down on its luck. Penniless, with a gambling father and a shrew of a mother, just to scare off the fakes”

Naomi leaned in closer, voice lowering as if revealing a secret. The truth is, sweetheart, we’re not some poor family. The Davis family is immensely wealthy. All those facts about your background? Lies, Just to keep the wrong people away.”

Eliana’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “So, you’re telling m

mc…

my dad’s not some gambling addict?” she asked, still trying to process

“Goodness, no? Naomi laughed, her eyes sparkling “The Davis family is one of the most prominent in Dratora City!”

“And my mom’s not some shrew?”

“Not in the slightest! Your mother is an artist, a true master of the opera! Naomi said, practically glowing with pride.

“And my brother… he’s not a bachelor?”

“Well.” Naomi chuckled, giving her a playful look. “Not entirely wrong. Your brother inherited your grandfather’s oil fields and is now running a massive energy business. But yes, he’s nearly thirty and still single. A shame, really–he’s quite the catch”