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Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 577    |    Released on: 21/01/2026

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. The lock turned with a scrape of

r older. He wore a faded NYU t-shirt and held a thick medical te

looked at the trunks. H

iped her eyes with a

y, despite her racing heart. "I'm Journ

oung man's hand. He caught

ing past the young man. She stopped inches from J

ara whispered

ngers brushing Journey's cheek. Journey

" Elara sobbed. Tears spilled over, t

bbed Journey's arm and pulled her inside. He scanned the hallwa

cks of paper, and bottles of medication. The walls were covered in framed certificates

he kitchenette and came back with

t and drank. The water tast

lara stammered, wringing her hands. "Alleen sai

ourney said gently. She set the glas

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hug Journey but was afraid of

maller woman. She smelled of onions and old soap. It was

whispered.

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ght. He looked like he was try

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Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!
Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!
“For seventeen years, I was the crown jewel of the Kensington empire, the perfect daughter groomed for a royal future. Then, a cream-colored envelope landed in my lap, bearing a gold crest and a truth that turned my world into ice. The DNA test result was a cold, hard zero percent-I wasn't a Kensington. Before the ink could even dry, my parents invited my replacement, a girl named Alleen, into the drawing room and treated me like a trespasser in my own home. My mother, who once hosted galas in my honor, wouldn't even look me in the eye as she stroked Alleen's arm, whispering that she was finally "safe." My father handed me a one-million-dollar check-a mere tip for a billionaire-and told me to leave immediately to avoid tanking the company's stock price. "You're a thief! You lived my life, you spent my money, and you don't get to keep the loot!" Alleen shrieked, trying to claw the designer jacket off my shoulders while my "parents" watched with clinical detachment. I was dumped on a gritty sidewalk in Queens with nothing but three trunks and the address of a struggling laborer I was now supposed to call "Dad." I traded a marble mansion for a crumbling walk-up where the air smelled of exhaust and my new bedroom was a literal storage closet. My biological family thought I was a broken princess, and the Kensingtons thought they had successfully erased me with a payoff and a non-disclosure agreement. They had no idea that while I was hauling trunks up four flights of stairs, my secret media empire was already preparing to move against them. As I sat on a thin mattress in the dark, I opened my encrypted laptop and sent a single command that would cost my former father ten million dollars by breakfast. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who leads the pack.”