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The day after my father passed away, my stepmother, Destinee Vaughn, wasted no time bringing my father's biological daughter, Lola Haynes, back from the countryside.
She threw a paternity test report in front of me and demanded I leave the Haynes Group.
My fiancé, Caden Fletcher, who loved me deeply, apologized, his eyes red with unshed tears, "I'm sorry, I can only marry the heir of the Haynes Group."
I wasn't my father's biological child.
But they didn't know my mother was the daughter of a mafia boss.
The lady that Eura's biggest mafia leader had been searching for was me.
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Destinee flung a paternity test report onto the table beside me, and the words "not biological father and daughter" were written on it in a very eye-catching way.
She raised her head, looking down at me with disdain, "You little bastard, you can leave now. You won't get a single cent of Toby's inheritance."
I took a sip of my coffee, calmly. "Leave? I'm the one engaged to Fletcher Group. You can send Lola to Caden's bed and see if he's willing to have sex with her."
Destinee's face darkened with anger.
Terry loved me deeply. This was a fact known by everyone in Arcienda.
Lola swayed slightly, biting her lip and speaking softly, "Molly, don't say that..."
Lola was only a year younger than me.
Looking at her face, which resembled my father's, I found it somewhat amusing.
Even though my mother was pregnant, she ran away from the marriage to be with Toby. However, he had an illegitimate daughter with his mistress in the second year after their marriage.
But before she could squeeze out any tears, Caden's assistant, Angelo, came in.
He bowed respectfully to me, "Miss Wells. Mr. Fletcher asked me to take you to the airport first. He'll join you after finishing his meeting."
Yesterday, I just casually mentioned that I had never touched a sea turtle, and that evening, he arranged a trip to Palis for the next day.
Ignoring Destinee and Lola's dramatic expressions behind me, I put on my sunglasses and walked straight out of the mansion.
At the airport, the boarding announcement played.
I put down the magazine, feeling a strong sense of unease.
Caden used to never let me wait for him.
He once canceled a million-dollar contract because the meeting would last three hours, and I wanted him to accompany me to feed pigeons.
Yet today, I had already waited two hours.
Angelo wiped the sweat from his forehead, unable to explain.
There was no news of a car accident.
I rubbed my phone, unsure if I felt relieved or disappointed.
As the final boarding call sounded, Caden finally appeared.
He seemed rushed, his tie loose, his voice hoarse, "Sorry, Molly, I'm late."
My anxiety and anger dissipated instantly.
I couldn't help it. As soon as I saw him, my heart softened.
I tried to hide my joy, pretending to be angry, "You made me wait so long, think carefully about how to make it up to me."
My wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly, and I turned back in confusion.
Caden looked up, revealing eyes red from exhaustion, "Molly, I'm sorry."
We never made it to Palis, instead, we went to the Fletcher family's engagement party.
It was Caden's engagement party with Lola.
Sitting in the audience, my heart felt as though it was being stabbed repeatedly, every breath filled with excruciating pain.
I didn't make a scene because before the party, Caden's mother, Shelby, held my hand, crying, nearly kneeling before me. "Molly, Caden can only marry the heir of Haynes Group. If you truly love him, let him go."
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