Chapter 1 — The Backseat Secret
The driver watched the billionaire matriarch disappear into the crowd without saying a word.
Her laughter blended with the soft music drifting across the marble courtyard as photographers followed her every step. To everyone else, she looked untouchable.
He simply reached for the rear door of her black sedan.
The security guard hesitated.
"Sir... should I stop you?"
The driver calmly pulled a silver key from his pocket.
"No."
The lock clicked open.
Inside the backseat rested a leather briefcase exactly where she had left it.
He lifted it carefully.
As he opened the case, a thick folder slid forward.
Across the front, stamped in bold red letters, were the words:
PRIVATE ADOPTION RECORDS
The security guard's face drained of color.
Before he could speak, the driver quietly said,
"She's spent thirty years hiding what's inside."
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Behind them, the matriarch suddenly noticed the open car door.
Her smile disappeared.
