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"So, you're saying you don't believe Samantha's your sister—you think I'm your sister?!”
Daniel chuckled." Obviously. You look more like family than she does."
That explained the familiarity—we shared a five-sixths resemblance.
"But we're not siblings. How do we look alike?"
"Nephew takes after uncle. I look like my dad, you look like my dad—makes sense."
I was still confused."So…you're the only one who thinks Samantha's a fraud?"
In my past life, no one from the Pierce family had come to my rescue. Did they know the truth but not care?
Daniel looked sheepish." Rich families can be messier than most. Samantha had the locket and DNA proof, so my aunt and uncle..."
"How'd you find me?"
"She's not exactly a mastermind. A quick check on her circle led straight to you."
I'd braced for a tough revenge, but this family twist simplified things.
"That locket—I gave it to Samantha as a kid. She wore it so long, few remember it was mine. got a sample from Mr. Pierce—hair, blood? We 'll do a DNA test now."
"After proving we're related, I need a few favors."
"First, Samantha being a fake heiress stays between us."
"Second, cover for me with what I do next. Can you do that, cousin?"
"You're calling me cousin—how can I say no?"
Daniel, curious, asked,Don't want to make things hard for Samantha?"
I wasn't that kind, but he was still a stranger." The higher they climb, the harder they fall."
…
The next day, with Daniel's help, I entered the gated community and rigged their love nest with pinhole cameras.
"This villa's Samantha's. Aren't you worried she'll sue for trespassing?"
"Wrong. It's a gift from the Pierce tycoon to his real daughter.I'm the owner. What's wrong with cameras in my own home?"
Done, I sent Nathan and Samantha a" medical report" from Dr. Quinn.
This time, I" got pregnant" first. Let's see Nathan's move.
That evening, Samantha rushed over after work.
"Emily, you're pregnant?!”
She was so frantic, she forgot to sign.
I tilted my head, feigning confusion, and saw her quietly exhale.
Did she suspect I could hear?
Thankfully, years of habit kept me silent without signs.
She signed again, and I smiled."Three years married—pregnancy's normal, right? Aren't you happy for me?"
