Chapter 8: The Woman Who Was Buried Too Soon
Nobody moved.
Not even the security officer’s voice coming through the speaker could break the silence.
“My mother is dead.””
The words left my mouth automatically.
They were something I had said hundreds of times.
Something I had believed my entire life.
But now, after everything I had learned…
I wasn’t sure I believed anything.
Martin looked at me carefully.
“Nathan.””
“What?””
“Your father’s death records.””
“What about them?””
“They were handled privately.””
I stared at him.
“You’re saying his records were fake too?””
“I’m saying your father had a habit of controlling information.””
Emily stepped forward.
“The east wing.””
Everyone looked at her.
She swallowed.
“That’s where your mother stayed.””
My heart stopped.
“What?””
“Before she disappeared.””
“Before she died.””
Emily looked away.
“I never said she died.””
The room became silent again.
I turned toward Grace.
“You knew?””
She shook her head quickly.
“No.””
Her eyes filled with confusion.
“I thought she was gone.””
“Then who is inside my house?””
Nobody answered.
I walked toward the hallway.
Richard followed.
“Nathan, wait.””
I stopped.
“What?””
“If this is a trap—”
“I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by traps.””
I continued walking.
The east wing was at the far end of the mansion.
A place I had avoided since childhood.
My father told me it was unsafe after renovations stopped.
He told me there were structural problems.
But as I approached the hallway, I noticed something strange.
The door wasn’t locked.
I pushed it open.
Dust covered everything.
Old furniture.
Covered paintings.
Boxes stacked against the walls.
A part of my childhood hidden away.
Then I saw the light.
A single lamp glowing at the end of the corridor.
Someone was there.
“Hello?””
No answer.
I stepped forward.
The room at the end was my mother’s old study.
I remembered it.
The smell of her perfume.
The shelves of books.
The chair where she used to read to me.
But everything looked untouched.
Like time had stopped.
Then a woman stepped out from behind the desk.
I forgot how to breathe.
She looked older.
Her hair had streaks of gray.
Her face carried years of exhaustion.
But I knew her.
I knew her before my mind could accept it.
“Mom?””
The woman covered her mouth.
Tears filled her eyes.
“Nathan.””
My legs felt weak.
“No.””
She took one step closer.
“I’m sorry.””
“No.””
I stepped backward.
Because accepting it meant accepting that my entire childhood had been built on a lie.
“You died.””
She cried.
“I know.””
“How?””
She looked down.
“Because that’s what your father wanted everyone to believe.””
My voice shook.
“Why?””
She looked past me.
At the people entering behind me.
At Grace.
At Lily.
Then back at me.
“Because I found out what he was doing.””
“What was he doing?””
Her expression changed.
“He wasn’t just hiding Lily.””
She walked toward the desk and picked up an old envelope.
“He was hiding another child.””
My heart stopped.
“What?””
She handed me the envelope.
The name written on it made the room disappear.
*Nathan Cole DNA Report.*
I looked up.
“That’s mine.””
My mother nodded.
“Yes.””
“What does it prove?””
She looked at Lily.
Then at Grace.
Then at me.
“It proves your father knew the truth before you were born.””
I opened the envelope with shaking hands.
Inside was a report dated decades earlier.
My eyes moved across the page.
Then I saw the final line.
The line that made everything else meaningless.
*Subject: Nathan Cole. Biological parentage confirmed.*
I looked at my mother.
“What is this?””
Her voice broke.
“The truth your father spent his life hiding.””
“What truth?””
She took a deep breath.
“Nathan…”
A tear rolled down her face.
“You were never supposed to inherit Cole Industries.””
Nobody spoke.
“Why?””
She looked at the report.
“Because you weren’t the heir your father wanted.””
My hands tightened around the paper.
“Then who was?””
My mother looked toward Lily.
And whispered:
“Someone else was born with the Cole bloodline.””
The lights suddenly went out.
A crash echoed from downstairs.
Security alarms screamed.
And in the darkness, a voice came through the mansion speakers.
“Nathan…”
Everyone froze.
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Because the voice belonged to someone who should have been impossible to hear.
My father.
