Kind Regards

21. Naive

Finding out that your life had been a lie, twenty-four years of living a lie is sickening. First step; denial.

Seeing my name across that screen. The man who kidnapped me, held a gun to my head and threatened to kill me was my biological father.

"Is there another Alexandra Hood? It can't be me" my voice croaked.

Scar's eyes widened, looking at us confused. You'd think I'd want to hide this from him, but it can't be me. I can't be his Alexandra Hood.

I turned to laptop around, seeing his eyes scan the file before freezing. Realising that the girl he had slapped with a gun and almost killed was his daughter he had been searching for.

"Your eyes, they have those gold specks. Like the photo" Scar muttered in disbelief.

His hand flew over his mouth, his knees weakening. I watched as he sat down, bursting out into tears and saying sorry over and over again.

I'm not his daughter. This is merely a coincidence.

"Alex" Nico whispered, grabbing the laptop.

He scrolled down, tensing against my back. Siblings: Nathaniel Hood (Half). I shook my head at him, standing up as my chest grew heavy.

"No, no. It doesn't make sense"

My mother was married to my father, she was faithful and loyal. She was kind. How could this man be my father?

I turned to Scar, placing my had on the table. "How would this even be possible? Do you even know who you knocked up?"

He was stunned by my question, wiping the tears in his eyes. If my father - if Andrew could see him now, he would be rolling in his grave.

"You're Sara's daughter? Sara Romero?"

My chest tightened as my eyes blurred from tears. I backed up until my back pressed against Nico's chest.

"You need air" he said calmly, guiding us toward the window and opening it.

The fresh air filled my lungs, calming me down slightly. Nico's arm wrapped around my waist securely with my head against his chest.

He pressed his lips against my hair, caressing it. What would I do without him?

"Take as much time as you need, love"

Scar's voice in the background rang in my ears. Repeatedly beating himself up for laying his hands on me or for not realising it was me sooner.

I looked up at Nico, feeling his hand against my cheek wiping away tears. His warm smile assured me that everything was going to be okay.

Could I trust Scar? Do I want anything to do with him? Do I want a father in my life considering how my previous one was like?

We made our way back to the desk, sitting across from Luca and Scar. I fiddled with Nico's hand, exhaling a shaky breath.

"What's your real name? full" I spoke up, avoiding eye contact.

Scar slightly raised his brows, "Cameron. Cameron Alexander Wolff"

Alexander. I was named after him. She knew all this time that he was my father, yet I can't even feel angry about it. I feel nothing right now. I want to drown.

"How did you and my mum even... how, why?" I stuttered.

Asking how your mother had an affair resulting in a child; you, is far from an easy ask.

Something shifted in his eyes, a look of hesitation. Did she live a double life? Was it more than just some one-night stand?

"You should answer before she overthinks" Nico warned.