Lucia; a young and beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her was shot dead protecting the biggest secret of her life.
Her three year old daughter, Kiara.
The circumstances of her death remain an unsolved case whilst Kiara is left without a...
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Kian was battling with his own thoughts ever since he received that dreaded phone call from LA PD.
He was annoyed with the inconvenience of the situation and the fact that he got worked up over something that has nothing to do with him.
And he even took a blood test to prove it.
He sat holed up in his apartment telling himself that it was some crazy fan trying to mess with his life.
He had always been careful enough not to get any of the many girls he slept with pregnant.
He pretended that nothing had happened and acted like his usual cocky and mischievous self infront of his older brother who he shared his penthouse with.
It didn't take much effort since the two of them were professional actors. Not that his brother was there for long anyways.
He had just finished shooting a new film and was extremely caught up in press and such as the cast prepared for the red carpet release of the new action movie.
He barely had time to eat never mind be home.
Kian was relieved he wasn't home to witness his face fall once he received a phone call early one morning telling him that the results came back and he was indeed the father of the mysterious girl he didn't even know the name of.
Just like that, Kian's whole world caved in on him.
He couldn't comprehend it never mind decide what on earth he was going to do.
After endless persuasion from the LA police department, he was on a first class flight to London to meet with his supposed daughter and her social worker to talk about options.
Kian only just officially turned an adult last year himself. He was still a child at heart and had all the tendencies of one.
Articles described him as a fuckboy heartbreaker and it was true.
He flirted with many girls and slept around with a select few at exclusive bars and clubs for rich and famous individuals like him that want to keep their private life private.
Which one of them had he impregnated? Why didn't she try to contact him when it happened?
Many more similar questions plagued his mind throughout the eleven hour flight until he eventually fell asleep after not getting much the previous night.
On the car journey there his heart rate increased by a ten fold and his palms became sweaty.
He was in his usual disguise with an additional black scarf to cover up his distinctive freckles.
He couldn't afford to be recognised and exposed before he even had a chance to decide what he was going to do. It wouldn't effect him only, but the innocent little girl too.
