Chapter 3
“How can you prove you’re really Mrs. Whitmore?” I asked.
The woman laughed. “Do I even need to prove it?”
“My sons are right here,” she said smugly. “I’ve spent years by my husband’s side, meeting with his business partners.”
Several guests immediately chimed in to back her up.
“Whenever Graham meets with clients, Mrs. Whitmore is always there,” one said. “Unlike your mother–she hides in the background, nothing like a society matriarch.”
Another guest scoffed. “The Whitmore heirs not knowing who their own mother is–that’s ridiculous.”
The nods around the room made my stomach sink.
I pulled out my phone to call my father, but Damien stepped in and slapped it from my hand.
The screen shattered on the marble floor.
“What are you doing–calling the cops?” he barked. “You and your mother are the ones causing a scene here.‘
I caught the nervous glances between them, the sweat beading on their foreheads.
Don’t tell me they’d actually gone and picked out a new wife for my father.
Beside me, my mother trembled. She took a step forward toward the imposter, her voice breaking.
“I’m sorry. I found my daughter now. We’ll leave right away.”
Leave?
Not a chance.
If they could humiliate her like this in public, I could only imagine what they’d do in private.
I picked up my cracked phone and looked straight at the woman.
“You’re sure you’re Graham Whitmore’s wife?”
Her smile was cold. “Of course.”
Unfortunately, my phone could barely handle a voice call–otherwise, I would’ve called my dad on video in a heartbeat.
The familiar voice came over the line.
“Serena, how’s the day? What’s this call about?”
At the sound, Brielle’s eyes went wide.
People who knew my father recognized his voice instantly.
I let out a sharp laugh. “pad, exactly how many daughters and wives do you have?”
He told me to stop fooling around.
“Of course you’re my only daughter. Who’s been telling you otherwise?”
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I was about to tell him what was happening in the ballroom–when Brielle’s mother strode over and snatched the phone from my hand.
Her stiletto heel came down hard, grinding the broken screen to dust.
“You even brought someone in to fake my husband’s voice?” she sneered. “Just because it sounds similar, you think people will fall for
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Some guests who’d been wavering now looked us over with open disdain.
Their eyes lingered on my mother’s torn dress, on my own scuffed shoes, and smirks tugged at their lips.
But my four brothers had gone pale.
“Serena!” Damien barked. “Your mother’s nothing but a housekeeper in this family. If you want to live in your own fantasy, fine—but don’t come here to ruin a birthday party. Get out!”
Their urgency made my suspicion grow sharper.
Were they trying to pass Brielle off as their sister… even to my father?
At that moment, Mr. Brooks, the family’s long–time butler, entered the ballroom pushing a large cake.
The moment I saw him, my eyes lit up.
But my mother tugged at my sleeve, tears welling in her eyes.
“Serena… please. Let’s go. Let’s just go.”
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