Chapter 33
It was a picture of me, a childhood version of me, smiling brightly in what appeared to be the Silver Lake pack’s territory.
My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly masked my emotions. That photo was fake. I had fabricated it long ago, knowing full well that Silas would dig into my past.
“Interesting choice of décor,” I said casually, pointing at the photo.
Silas leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “I wanted to know more about you,” he said simply, his tone as steady as his gaze. “Your past seems… mysterious.”
aised an eyebrow, keeping my voice light. “You could’ve just asked me. Snooping around isn’t very polite, Silas.”
He didn’t flinch at my words. Instead, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “Then tell me,” he said, his voice softer now but no less serious. “Who are Joanne and Joey? Why do they look exactly like my daughters?”
His words hit me like a storm, but I didn’t let it show. I had prepared for this moment, yet hearing him say it still unsettled me.
I forced a look of shock onto my face, my mouth slightly open as though I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Your daughters?” I asked, my voice trembling just enough to sound believable. “Silas, I… I don’t understand. Joanne and Joey are my children. What are you talking about?”
Silas didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a small, worn photograph.
He held it out to me, his hand steady but his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
I hesitated for a moment before taking the photo.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked at it. It was a family photo–Silas, a woman who looked exactly like me, and two little girls who were unmistakably Joanne and Joey.
“Five
years ago,” Silas said, his voice low but firm. “This was taken five years ago, when my daughters were still alive.
Your daughters are them. I don’t know how, but they are. And I need you to tell me the truth.”
My fingers tightened around the photo as I forced myself to look up at him. “Silas, this… this is impossible,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper
“You think I don’t know my own children?” he snapped, his calm demeanor breaking for the first time.
“Joanne and Joey have the same birthmarks, the same mannerisms, even the same laugh! Tell me the truth, now.”
The weight of his gaze was unbearable, but I refused to falter. I had spent years perfecting this lie, crafting it so intricately that not even Silas could
unravel it.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Joanne and Joey are mine. I carried them, raised them. They’ve never been to the Evans estate, let alone been your daughters.”
Silas’s jaw tightened, and he stood, towering over me. “Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it.
I stepped back instinctively, clutching the photo to my chest. “I’m not lying,” I said firmly, though my heart was racing.
Silas stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine as though he could find the truth buried there. Finally, he sighed and turned away, running a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing,” he muttered, “but I will find out. Joanne and Joey are my daughters. I’ll prove it.”
I didn’t respond. There was nothing I could say that would change his mind.
After a moment, Silas sat back down, his expression hardening. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice clipped.
I blinked, momentarily thrown off by the abrupt change in topic. Then I remembered the proposal in my hands.
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“I came to discuss a health care project,” I said, placing the folder on his desk.
Silas glanced at the folder but didn’t open it. “I’ll look at it later,” he said dismissively.
I nodded, understanding that the conversation was over. Without another word, I turned and left his office, my heart pounding in my chest.
Once I was outside, I allowed myself to breathe again.
The encounter had shaken me, but it had also confirmed something I already knew–Silas wasn’t going to stop digging into my past. He was too smart, too determined.
As I walked back to my office, I couldn’t help but think about the photo on his desk and the one he had shown me.
He was right–Joanne and Joey were his daughters, but he didn’t need to know how.
Five years ago, when my name was still Rowena, and I was Silas’s mate, I had lost everything.
Silas had betrayed me, and I had died because of him. But I hadn’t stayed dead. I had come back, stronger and smarter, with Joanne and Joey by my
side.
The ancient spell I had used to bring them back wasn’t something Silas would understand.
To him, they were simply miracles–proof that his daughters had somehow survived.
But I knew the truth. And as long as I kept it hidden, I could continue my plan.
Lena’s fall from grace was just the beginning. Soon, Silas would realize that his carefully constructed world was unraveling, and by the time he figured out the truth, it would be too late.
