Chairman Crain's POV
The DNA test results made me drop my coffee cup.
It shattered on my office floor, but I didn't care about the mess.
I stared at the paper in my hands with shaking fingers.
Amara Kingston and Elijah Russell were confirmed to be my grandchildren.
My dead son's children.
David's children.
The twins I had stolen eighteen years ago were my own flesh and blood.
I walked to my window and looked out at the city.
Everything I had done. Every person I had hurt. Every life I had destroyed.
It had all been to get revenge on my own grandchildren.
My phone rang.
"Sir," my assistant said. "The twins are on their way to the warehouse like you asked."
"Good," I said, but my voice sounded strange.
"Should I prepare the usual security measures?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I want to meet with them alone."
"Sir, that might not be safe."
I almost laughed. These children had every right to hurt me.
I had murdered their parents in front of them when they were babies.
