Her companion let out a derisive laugh. Of course, that’s how rich kids think their first Instinct isn’t to find their real parents, but to worry about losing their

comfortable life if the truth ever comes out.

“You were pretty lucky, honestly. The moment you were born, the Morton family struck gold with some good business deals. Meanwhile, the Tate family barely scraped by for four or five years before they managed to turn things around.”

Instead of feeling grateful, Ileana grew more anxious with every word.

What if… what if someone discovered the truth about her? Would she still have a life free from worry? Would she still be able to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted?

“So where are they now?” she demanded, urgency flickering in her eyes.

The detective paused. “Now? They’re doing all right, I suppose… Definitely not at the Mortons‘ level, but-”

“Find me the Tate family’s address.” Ileana cut him off, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

a shrug, the detective dropped the conversation and

disgust, clearly unimpressed by his

The detective smiled, pocketed his phone, and reached into his coat to produce a small slip of paper–clearly something he’d prepared

here’s a little bonus. This is the girl

was beautiful, even in a stiff ID–style shot. She looked young, maybe

bad herself–but compared to her brothers, Ileana had always come up short. She’d

good genes to her brothers. A nool,

1/2

looking at the photo, she finally understood. It wasm that theo m the Morton genes–she simply didn’t have them at

slip of paper. An addres had been scribbled down in

to hide her

colleague poked his head out of the break

went to check out

swap back? That’d be smart. I heard some insider

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