Chapter 5

Half a month later Father called me home for an emergency family meeting. Before leaving the Voss penthouse I saw Damien’s overly worried look—he had been quietly buying up Blackwood stock and preparing counter-moves in the boardroom. I asked him to come with me for support.

In the White family living room, Isabella was sitting on the floor holding a baby with very unusual features, crying loudly and dramatically for the cameras she had invited.

“This is mine and Alex’s child. Isn’t it normal for family traits to vary slightly?” she insisted, voice trembling.

But everyone knew Alex came from a pure, distinct Blackwood bloodline with very specific genetic markers. His ancestors had never produced anything like this.

Alex’s face was dark with rage. His massive muscular body radiated fury that made the air thick. “Isabella, who the fuck did you screw behind my back to birth this? Spill it right now, or I’ll destroy you and the bastard myself.”

Father jumped in, scared, trying to calm the situation. “Alex, cool it. There might be a misunderstanding. Isabella adores you—she wouldn’t betray you.”

Isabella, seeing Father on her side, held the baby up to Alex, voice soft and seductive. “Look, darling, our child has your eyes. Exactly the same.”

Alex took the baby with a cold expression. The infant, quiet in Isabella’s arms, burst into piercing wails the moment it saw Alex’s face.

That sound hit me like a knife. It reminded me so vividly of Liam struggling in the fire in my past life that my chest ached so badly I could hardly breathe. My hands trembled.

Damien noticed immediately. He stepped behind me, covering my ears gently with his large warm hands, thinking I simply hated the crying. His dark gaze was full of concern and quiet protectiveness—tall, dark-haired, chiseled features, that seductive aura that still made my body tingle even in the middle of this mess.

“Bastard!” Alex cursed, lifting the baby high and slamming it toward the marble floor in blind rage.

In that instant Damien and I both lunged forward. The baby landed safely in Damien’s steady arms. The room went dead silent with shock.

Especially Isabella—her face went bone-white, body shaking violently. “Alex, you’re so cruel! How could you!”

Alex looked at her with zero trace of his former lust. “Isabella, we Blackwoods prize loyalty above all else, and you openly cheated on me in my own company. You call me cruel?”

If I had to pick one good thing about Alex, it was his fierce public loyalty. In my past life, when I didn’t get pregnant in six months, he didn’t cheat. Instead he tormented me night after night—his enormous cock ramming into me brutally, choking me, growling commands, fucking me raw until I was sobbing and begging, all to vent his frustration over the missing heir.

I wondered silently if Isabella could handle that same “blessing” now that the tables had turned.

Isabella and Alex argued nonstop for hours in the hall. She swore she hadn’t cheated; he refused to claim the child as his. Father was out of ideas and turned to me desperately.

“Sophia, what do you think about this situation?”

What could I say? The child wasn’t mine. I was just here to watch the drama I had helped orchestrate.

Damien suggested calmly, “I’ve heard there are very discreet, high-accuracy DNA paternity tests available within hours through private labs. The Blackwoods have access—why not use one to settle this cleanly before the board hears rumors?”

Isabella shot it down immediately, voice rising. “No way! The child is mine and Alex’s—we don’t need any tests!”

But Alex nodded, eyes cold. “Let’s do it your way, Voss.”

Word spread like wildfire through the elite circles and business news apps. Everyone was curious—and betting—about the new potential heir.

Three days later the private lab results were revealed in a packed press room at Blackwood Tower. The test showed multiple paternal DNA markers. One matched Alex; four others pointed to several high-level executives within the Blackwood group, including the strikingly attractive young vice president Marcus Kane.

“Mr. Blackwood, you are one of the biological fathers… one of five.”

The words caused an immediate uproar in the room and across the internet. Stock for Blackwood dropped 12% in minutes.

“What does ‘one of’ mean? Does the child have multiple fathers?”

“But it should look pure Blackwood. Alex is pure Blackwood, right?”

“That second White daughter is playing dirty. With her wild ways she should have allied with someone else entirely.”

Damien shielded me protectively in the crowd, his arm around my waist, as we watched the live meltdown. Hearing the gossip and seeing Isabella’s public humiliation, I nearly laughed out loud with dark satisfaction.

I had always wondered how Isabella got pregnant so fast. Multiple lovers at once had obviously boosted her chances—but she had miscalculated badly. One set of very distinct genes had dominated, exposing everything.

Smart or stupid? If she was going to risk it, why not pick only men with similar features instead of throwing in someone as visually different as Marcus Kane?

Alex’s face was black with fury. Fists clenched so tight veins bulged on his thick arms. He roared at his security team, “Round up every man with a matching DNA marker. Now!”

Soon four men were dragged into the room—three with typical Blackwood looks and one strikingly seductive man: Marcus Kane.

When I saw Marcus Kane’s appearance, I couldn’t help but gasp quietly. His lithe, toned body was pure temptation—sharp exotic features, full lips, sultry gaze that screamed sex appeal. His tailored suit hugged a noticeable bulge that hinted at the wild, passionate nights Isabella had clearly enjoyed.

Isabella always went for looks—no wonder she had risked everything to fuck him senseless.

“Got anything to say now, Isabella?” Alex demanded, voice dangerous.

The four men admitted everything under pressure. Alex lost control completely. He slapped Isabella hard across the face, knocking her to the ground in front of the cameras.

“This is what you promised when you climbed into my bed—to bear my legitimate heir?”