True Heir

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I was frozen in place right now.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

Jace sighed and stood from the chair coming around the desk. "Nina, I'm telling the truth."

I was in a state of shock.

I shook my head. "Jace please—"

My brain isn't functioning properly.

"Nina, let me explain. Please. I'm Aiden. I'm your big brother." he said his eyes getting glassy.

My eyes widened. "H-how..."

"Cordelia, I'm telling the truth."

"How?" I then turned to Jake glaring at him. "Did you tell him?!"

His eyes widened. "What? No! Nina, I promise I didn't tell anyone."

"Then how does he know?" I said frustrated.

"Cordelia, he has nothing to do with this." Jace said making me look at him.

"Y-you...no. You had me followed, y-you got someone to look at my records. Jace what game are you playing? I never thought you could be this cruel—"

"Delia, it's me. Please." He begged

My eyes widened once again. No one knows about that. Not even my parents.

My eyes got glassy as well, but not like his. Mine were glassy because of fury and confusion. "Don't call me that! Only Aiden calls me that!"

"Jace, what the hell is going on?" Jake said confused and frustrated. He was getting annoyed that he didn't understand what was happening and that I was getting really hurt right now.

Jace looked at me with begging and hopeful eyes. "Delia, think about it. How would I know these things? How would I know that the Eiffel Tower bracelet is from Paris? I was with mom when we bought that. When you and dad were left in the hotel and I went with mom."

I felt tears going down my cheeks. "H-how? B-but, y-you...Aiden died..."

"Cordelia, I've had amnesia for the last couple of years. Emily and Rob found me at the side of the river and adopted me. I didn't remember anything. Not even my last name or birthday. The only thing I remembered was Jason, and that's my first name."

I felt dizzy and put my hand on my head. This is too much.

"Nina, are you okay?" Jake asked worriedly as he held my waist and arm to support me.

He felt me lean into him more. "Whoa. Okay, let's sit you down."

He guides me to one of the couches and sat me down. He sat down beside me and rubbed my back comfortingly.

I sighed trying to get myself together. "T-then...how did you get your memory back? Why now? All these years..."

"The bracelet. It helped more that I was in Paris." he said then let out a breath. "I knocked my brain too hard and then I drifted off a little then it all just came flooding back."

He walked closer and sighed deeply. "Okay, look, the doctors said that it could come back. After a few months of consultations they said that I haven't had that specific trigger that would would bring them back. I got your bracelet and there was this nagging feeling inside me, that I should know something about it. It took a little longer than expected, but I finally got my memories back. The bracelet was the trigger."

I stared at him. There was a part of me that wanted to believe him, but there was also a part of me that didn't. It's been years and I've convinced myself a long time ago that I was alone, that none of them were coming back; and now he's here, just popped out of nowhere. I don't know what to think, or how to feel about it.