Chapter 3
“Miss, you made the call just now, didn’t you?” the bodyguard asked, his tone polite but firm.
“Yeah, I did,” Eliana replied, her gaze flicking to the gleaming Rolls–Royce idling nearby. She frowned, confusion clouding her face. “But… this doesn’t seem right
Then it must be you,” the bodyguard said with absolute certainty. “Please, get in the car.”
Before Eliana could fully process what was happening, the man acted with military precision. In one swift move, he opened the car door and practically lifted her inside, his strength catching her completely off gan
“Whoa, whoa, hold on a second!” Eliana yelped as she found herself seated in the plush leather interior.
Her mind raced. “Are bodyguards always this intense? Or
1—am I being kidnapped? But who even uses a Rolls–Royce for kidnapping”
She shot the man a sharp look. “What on earth is going on here!
“You’ll find out soon enough, he replied cryptically, settling into the driver’s seat like they were on a casual Sunday drive.
The car glided through the city before heading into the countryside. Before long, they pulled up to an estate so massive it looked like something but of a movie. Eliana’s jaw dropped as she stepped out of the car and stared up at the sprawling mansion.
“Right this way” the bodyguard said, gesturing toward the grand entrance.
The mansion’s double doors swung open, revealing two perfectly aligned rows of maids standing at attention, their crisp uniforms and synchronized bows making Eliana feel like she’d stepped into a billionaire’s fantasy.
She walked inside cautiously, her eyes darted around, taking in the absurdly lavish surroundings—the gilded walls, the antique furniture at every comer. The place was a far cry from what she’d imagined.
“Wait a minute.. wasn’t I told my birth family was broke? she thought, her confusion deepening with every step. This place is the opposite of poor. Did I somehow end up in the wrong house!
Just then, an elderly woman with silver hair hurried down the grand staircase. Dressed in an elegant white–and–gold tunic, she leaned lightly on a polished wooden cane. her eyes sparkling with excitement. This was Naomi Davis, Eliana’s grandmother, and her graceful demeanor exuded both strength and warmth as she approached.
“Are you the girl who made the call?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion, tears glistening in her sharp, gray eyes.
Eliana blinked, caught off guard. “Uh yes, that was me. But…a man answered. Can you please tell me what’s going on?”
Before she could process the situation, a medical team appeared seemingly but of nowhere. They moved with swift efficiency, setting up equipment and taking a blood sample from her right then and there without offering so much as a word of explanation.
Eliana froze, staring at them in disbelief, completely floored by the unexpected turn of events.
Naomi gently took Eliana’s hand, leading her to an ornate couch near the foyer. Patting her hand with a grandmotherly tenderness, Naomi said, “Now, now, my dear, sit down and let’s talk. Sweetheart, what’s your name?”
“Eliana Eliana Garcia, she replied.
“Eliana,” Naomi repeated, as if savoring the name. She nodded, her expression softening. “Such a lovely name. And how, my dear, did you come to believe you’re part of our family?”
Eliana hesitated, still trying to wrap her head around the situation, “Honestly, I’m not sure what’s going on. But everything I was told about my birth family doesn’t add up.
“Someone said my dad’s a gambling addict, my mom’s… uli, kind of a shrew, and my brother’s a thirty–something bachelor still living at home. They painted a pretty bleak picture.”
At that, Naomi burst into a fit of laughter, so genuine and hearty that it echoed through the grand hall. “A gambling addict, a shrew, and a bachelor?” she repeated between giggles, wiping tears of amusement from her eyes. “Oh, my dear, no one has ever described the Davis family like that before. That’s definitely a brut!”
Meanwhile, the medical team worked swiftly, and in no time, the results appeared on the screen–99.999% match.
The doctor, barely able to contain his excitement, announced, “Mrs. Davis! It’s confirmed–she’s your granddaughter!”
“What Really?” Naomi shot up from the couch, clutching Eliana’s hands with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy. “Elana, my dear, I’ve waited so long for this moment! I never thought I’d live to see the day you’d come home. Oh, thank the heavens!”
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She squeezed Eliana’s hands tighter, her voice trembling. “You’re not a Garcia–you’re a Davis! Your name is Eliana Davis!”
“Eliana… Davis?” Eliana repeated, her head spinning as the reality began to sink in. The sudden shift in identity felt surreal. “Wait a second… What’s really going on here!”
Naomi gently patted her hand and offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll explain everything”
As Eliana sat down beside her, Naomi shared the story. “The day you were born, there was a terrible mistake at the hospital. You were accidentally swapped with another infant by a distracted nurse. By the time we discovered what happened, you were already gone.
“We tried everything–everything–to find you, but you had disappeared without a trace”
Her voice cracked as she continued. “The child we raised wasn’t ours, and once we tracked down her biological family, we returned her immediately. But you, you remained a mystery. No matter how hard we searched, we couldn’t find you.”
Eliana listened in stunned silence, struggling to process what she was hearing.
“And because we’re… Naomi hesitated before choosing her words. Let’s just say, because of the family’s wealth and status, we had countless frauds claiming to be you. People showed up hoping to cash in on a fortune, telling the most ridiculous lies.
So, we spread a little misinformation. We made it known that the Davis family was… down on its luck. Penniless, with a garbling father and a shrew of a mother, just to scare off the fakes
Naomi leaned in closer, voice lowering as if revealing a secret. The truth is, sweetheart, we’re not some poor family. The Davis family is immensely wealthy. All those facts about your background: Lies. Just to keep the wrong people away?
Eliana’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “So, you’re telling me… my dad’s not some gambling addier?” she asked, still trying to process.
“Goodness, no!” Naomi laughed, her eyes sparkling. The Davis family is one of the most prominent in Dratora City
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d my mom’s not some shrew?”
“Not in the slightest! Your mother is an artist, a true master of the operal Naomi said, practically glowing with pride.
“And my brother… he’s not a bachelor?”
“Well Naomi chuckled, giving her a playful look Not entirely wrong. Your brother inherited your grandfather’s oil fields and is now running a massive energy business. But yes, he’s nearly thirty and still single. A shame, really–be’s quite the catch!”
The more Eliana heard, the more her mind was blown. Everything she thought she knew had been turned upside down. But then a thought hit her. “So, who was the guy I talked to on the phone earlier?
“Oh, that would’ve been your cousin, Thomas, Naorni said casually
Thomps. Tommy? So that was a fake name tool Eliana thought, trying to wrap her head around it all.
Finding out her real family’s wealth was an unexpected–and surprisingly welcome–turn of events
Your parents wi
Naomi clutched Eliana’s hand tightly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Eliana, you must’ve been through so much all these years Your br home soon, and then we’ll all finally be together!
“If only your grandfather were still he me! My precious granddaughter!”
Naomas
is voice trembled with raw emotion, and it rigged at something deep in Eliana’s chest. Tears pricked her own eyes. Whether it was the pull of blood ties or the overwhelming tenderness of the moment, she couldn’t hold them back. “Grandma. Are you really my grandma! I’m so happy to
Eliere, he’d be over the moon. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d live to see this day either, but the heavens have blessed
She couldn’t believe how her life had flipped. In her past, she’d been trapped in endless battles with Willow, losing herself in the chaos and dying without ever meeting her real parents. She’d spent her whole life grasping at things that weren’t hers to begin with, while ignoring what truly
Maltered.
But now! Now she had a second chance. The irony wasn’t lost on her. If only she’d sought them out sooner instead of wasting her time on the wrong people.
Nasons pulled her into a tight hug, her frail arms surprisingly strong. The two of them cried together, their tears mingling with relief and years of longing.
Just then, the shriek of tires on gravel sliced through the air, breaking the tender moment. The front doors flew open, and a man and woman hurried into the living room.
