From Ex-wife To Heiress

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Laura

I looked at him, puzzled. “How did you—“

“Your phone. You had a message,” he chimed in and gave me my phone.

From? I wondered if the message was from Lorenzo. Did he change his mind? I was ready to run back to him if he changed his mind.

I quickly glanced at the message: My dear half sister, congratulations on your divorce. I know you're homeless at the moment, sweetie and it breaks my heart. If you have any bit of self-respect in you, never show your face to me or Lorenzo. Love you, bye.

I could feel the tears well up in the back of my eyes. If I wasn't careful, I would burst out crying. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the tears.

"The message says it all. You don't have a home—"

"You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine."

"I'm not the one who is worried about you," his green gaze studied me. "It's Mr Roberts. He has a feeling you're his long lost daughter. By the way, I’m Shawn and this is Mr Green Roberts’s home.”

Green Roberts’s home? Green Roberts? That name rang a bell. Oh, yes, he was a billionaire. The richest man in Atlanta Bergen. This was unbelievable.

"I'm definitely not his daughter. He is making a mistake," I said, plainly. "My father is Davis Wilson."

"And who's your mother?" a high pitched voice questioned from the doorway.

"Sarah Wilson." I had to clear the air and make it clear to him that I wasn't his long lost daughter.

"Laura," his voice was raspy. He began approaching me.

He knew my name.

He gently drew me into a hug. What was going on?

"Do you know my mother?"

"Your mother had left me when she was pregnant with you."

"That's not true," I said, freeing myself from the embrace. He showed me a picture. My mum was in the picture with him. She was wearing a wedding dress. And in another picture she was pregnant and he was in the picture with her.

"She had left me for Davis Wilson, her childhood lover. I tried looking for her but never found her because she knew if I did, I would take you from her."

Davis Wilson was not my father? I couldn't believe this.

"I have sent samples of your hair to my personal doctor to carry out a DNA test."

“I’m not your daughter. This must be a misconception.”

“It’s not, Laura. I know you are my daughter. I have a goddamn feeling you are my daughter.”

"What if I'm not your daughter?" I asked, my gaze locked with his.

"If you are willing, I'll take you as my daughter."

"Why would you want to take me as your daughter?"

"I have always wanted a daughter, Laura. I have always had hopes that you were my daughter and I have always wanted to make you my Heiress. Ever since your mother left me, I couldn't bring myself to love another woman," he said, a sad note in his voice.

Once the DNA test results are out, I'll take my leave. I can't be a burden to this man, not after what my mother did to him, I thought. I already had a lot to worry about. Where to go. My unborn child.

"How long will the DNA test take?"

"24 hours. In the meantime, consider this your new home," he took hold of my hand. "You should sit down, Laura. You shouldn't stress yourself out because you're pregnant."

I sat on the bed.

"Shawn showed me the message. How dare your husband divorce you? Why did he divorce you? You're carrying his child. Who is your husband?"

Why was he asking too many questions? Why was he so interested in my personal life? He wasn't sure he was my dad, yet.

"Lorenzo Smith," I muttered. Calling out his name made my heart break more.

"Lorenzo Smith," he repeated, looking at me.

I could tell he knew him.

"The CEO of Smith Enterprise?"

I nodded.

"He cheated on you, didn't he?"

Sadly, I nodded. "With my half sister."

"Sorry about that," he drawled. He arched an eyebrow, studying me.

"No man should treat his wife like that. Talk more of a pregnant woman. If he was my son, I'd have had him locked up.”

I looked at him, speechless.

“Get some rest, Laura."

***
The next day;

"Mr Roberts, here's a package for you," a lady said, giving him an envelope.

I continued to play with my cutleries. I didn't have the appetite to eat something.

"Think about your unborn child, Laura. That innocent child doesn't deserve to be starved," Shawn said to me. "Or you need me to feed you?"

I looked at him at once and shook my head. “I can feed myself.”

"I was just kidding," he said, with a smile. "Eat your food."

He was right. I had to eat for the sake of my unborn child.

Mr Roberts opened the envelope and brought out its content.

He glanced at it, speechlessly, then he averted his gaze to me.

Did I do something wrong?

"You're my daughter," he cried out, forcing himself out of his chair.

What?

Davis was not my real father? Mum lied to me? I was the daughter of a billionaire?

No way.

This was a joke.

He approached me and stretched the DNA test results to me. "You're my daughter, Laura. See for yourself."

I slowly collected the paper from him, doubt surging through me. I stared at it and it felt like my eyes were going to fall out. The DNA test result proved I was his daughter. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“From henceforth, no one will dare to hurt you, again, my daughter. I’ll give you everything you need,” he said, hugging me. “You shall have everything. You’ll be treated as a Princess, my one and only Heiress.”

Davis was not my father? My mind shifted to Veronica as quickly as possible. She was not my half sister?