PART 9

THE MAN WHO CALLED ME “DAUGHTER”

For several seconds, I couldn’t move.
The man standing in front of me looked like Michael.
But Daniel had called him Samuel.
Samuel Vale.
The man who was supposed to have died twelve years ago.
The man whose name had appeared in every nightmare, every hidden document, every warning my grandmother had ever left behind.
And now he was standing three feet away from me.
Alive.
Smiling.
Calling me daughter.
I stared at him.
“You’re lying.”
Samuel’s smile barely moved.
“About which part?”
“Everything.”
“That’s understandable.”
“You died.”
“So you’ve been told.”
“Everyone says you’re dead.”
“Everyone has been lying to you.”
I looked at Daniel.
“Tell me he’s lying.”
Daniel didn’t answer.
“Daniel.”
His face was pale.
“He’s Samuel.”
I swallowed.
“Then why does he look like Michael?”
Samuel laughed softly.

“Because Michael is my son.”

I felt sick.

“So you’re brothers?”

“No.”

Daniel stepped forward.

“He’s not Michael.”

Samuel turned toward him.

“Still protecting her?”

“Stay away from her.”

Samuel smiled.

“You’ve been protecting her for thirty-four years.”

Daniel’s expression hardened.

“And you failed.”

Samuel’s eyes moved toward me.

“No.”

He pointed at me.

“I succeeded.”

I stepped backward.

“What does that mean?”

Samuel looked at the photograph in his hand.

“You were never supposed to survive.”

My heart stopped.

“What?”

Daniel grabbed my arm.

“Don’t listen to him.”

Samuel continued.

“Your mother gave birth to twins.”

I froze.

“Twins?”

Daniel closed his eyes.

Samuel nodded.

“Two daughters.”

I looked at Daniel.

“Lucy.”

He nodded.

“Yes.”

“Then who am I?”

Samuel smiled.

“You.”

He held up the photograph.

“You’re the second child.”

My stomach tightened.

“What happened to the first?”

Samuel’s expression became strangely sad.

“She died.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Lucy?”

“No.”

He shook his head.

“Not Lucy.”

I stared at him.

“Then who?”

He stepped closer.

“Your sister was the child they thought would carry the genetic marker.”

“What marker?”

“The one your grandmother spent thirty years hiding.”

Daniel interrupted.

“Enough.”

Samuel looked at him.

“You know what happens if she learns the truth.”

Daniel’s voice was quiet.

“She deserves to know.”

“She deserves to survive.”

I looked between them.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

Both men went silent.

I stepped forward.

“I want the truth.”

Samuel nodded.

“Then ask.”

“Who is my biological mother?”

“Sarah.”

“You’re lying.”

“No.”

“Daniel said Anna.”

Samuel smiled.

“Daniel doesn’t know everything.”

I turned toward Daniel.

“Is Sarah my mother?”

He looked at me.

“Yes.”

My chest tightened.

“Then why did you say Anna?”

“I said Anna was the woman who raised you.”

“You said she was my real mother.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“From what?”

Daniel looked at Samuel.

“From him.”

Samuel laughed.

“Always the hero.”

I glared at him.

“Why did you call me daughter?”

He took a breath.

“Because you are.”

“You’re my father?”

“No.”

I frowned.

“Then what?”

Samuel looked directly into my eyes.

“I’m your grandfather.”

Silence.

The room seemed to tilt.

“No.”

He nodded.

“Yes.”

I laughed.

It was the only thing my mind could do.

“This is insane.”

Samuel looked almost sympathetic.

“Your grandmother was Elizabeth Vale.”

I nodded.

“She was my grandmother.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re her brother?”

“No.”

My blood ran cold.

“Then who are you?”

Samuel smiled.

“I am her husband.”

I stared.

“What?”

Daniel whispered:

“He’s lying.”

Samuel looked at him.

“Am I?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

Samuel turned back to me.

“Your grandmother’s name wasn’t Elizabeth Vale.”

I frowned.

“Then what was it?”

“Elizabeth Samuel.”

I shook my head.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Because you don’t know the original family.”

“What family?”

“The family that existed before the Collins name.”

He stepped closer.

“The family that created everything.”

Daniel moved between us.

“Don’t.”

Samuel looked at him.

“You’ve spent years hiding behind dead names.”

He looked at me.

“It’s time she knew.”

Daniel grabbed my arm.

“Come on.”

I pulled away.

“No.”

“Iris.”

“No.”

I stared at Samuel.

“I want to hear it.”

Daniel looked devastated.

Samuel smiled.

“Good.”

He walked toward the desk.

On it were dozens of files.

He opened one.

Then another.

Then another.

He finally pulled out a red folder.

He placed it in front of me.

My name was written on the cover.

PROJECT IRIS

I stared at it.

“What is this?”

Samuel said:

“Your life.”

I opened it.

The first page was a photograph of me as a newborn.

Underneath:

SUBJECT A-17

My hands trembled.

“Subject?”

Samuel nodded.

“The doctors called you that.”

I turned the page.

A medical report.

Another photograph.

Then a page containing dozens of numbers.

I couldn’t understand any of it.

“What am I looking at?”

“Your genetic profile.”

“Why?”

“Because your blood is rare.”

“How rare?”

Samuel looked at Daniel.

“Tell her.”

Daniel was silent.

Samuel answered.

“One in several million.”

I stared at the page.

“Why?”

“You inherited a mutation from both sides of your family.”

“Which mutation?”

“One that makes your blood uniquely identifiable.”

I frowned.

“Identifiable?”

“Yes.”

“To what?”

Samuel smiled.

“Every person in the database.”

I felt sick.

“Database?”

He nodded.

“Your blood can identify people who were genetically altered.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“Doctors, criminals, politicians, wealthy families…”

He paused.

“People who paid to change their identities.”

I looked at the files.

“So this is about identity?”

“It’s about power.”

“Who created it?”

Samuel smiled.

“I did.”

Daniel stepped forward.

“He’s lying.”

Samuel looked at him.

“Am I?”

“You didn’t create it.”

“Then who did?”

Daniel hesitated.

Samuel answered:

“Your grandmother.”

I froze.

“My grandmother?”

“Elizabeth discovered the system.”

Samuel’s voice became quieter.

“She didn’t create it.”

“Then why did you say she did?”

“Because she helped me expand it.”

I stared.

“Why?”

“Because she believed we could use it to expose people.”

“Did you?”

“No.”

My heart sank.

“You used it against people.”

“Yes.”

“To control them?”

“Yes.”

“To blackmail them?”

“Yes.”

“To buy children?”

Samuel’s face hardened.

“That was never the purpose.”

“Then what was?”

He looked at me.

“Immortality.”

Silence.

I laughed.

“You’re insane.”

“Perhaps.”

He opened another file.

Inside were medical photographs.

Organs.

Cells.

Blood samples.

I looked away.

“What am I seeing?”

“Experiments.”

“On who?”

“People.”

“Children?”

He didn’t answer.

That was answer enough.

I felt nauseous.

Daniel stepped forward.

“That’s why I left.”

Samuel looked at him.

“You stole the research.”

“I destroyed it.”

“No.”

Daniel’s voice broke.

“I saved the children.”

Samuel’s expression changed.

“You ruined everything.”

“Good.”

Samuel looked at me.

“Daniel was supposed to deliver you to me.”

I turned toward Daniel.

“What?”

Daniel looked away.

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you were my daughter.”

I stared.

“But you said—”

“I said you were Sarah’s daughter.”

He looked at me.

“Sarah was my wife.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“And Michael?”

“Your biological father.”

My head spun.

“What?”

Daniel continued:

“Michael donated the genetic material.”

I stared.

“Then how can you be my father?”

“Because I raised you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He looked down.

“Biologically…”

He hesitated.

“You are Michael’s daughter.”

I looked at Samuel.

“Then why does everyone keep saying I’m Daniel’s?”

“Because we needed Michael to believe you were dead.”

I stared.

“And Sarah?”

“Sarah was your biological mother.”

“Then Anna?”

“Anna adopted you.”

I felt tears forming.

“So my entire family tree is fake.”

Samuel nodded.

“Almost entirely.”

I turned toward him.

“What about Lucy?”

Samuel’s face became serious.

“Lucy is your sister.”

“Same mother?”

“Yes.”

“Same father?”

He hesitated.

“That’s complicated.”

“Tell me.”

“Lucy was conceived naturally.”

“And me?”

“Not exactly.”

My stomach dropped.

“What does that mean?”

Samuel opened another file.

Inside was a document.

ARTIFICIAL EMBRYO TRANSFER

I stared at it.

“What?”

“You were created in a laboratory.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“No.”

Daniel whispered:

“I’m sorry.”

“No.”

Samuel continued.

“Your mother was implanted with an embryo.”

“Whose?”

“Michael’s genetic material.”

“And whose egg?”

Samuel looked at me.

“Sarah’s.”

My hands shook.

“So I was…”

“Designed.”

I looked at Daniel.

“Why?”

“Because Samuel wanted a child who carried both bloodlines.”

I stared at the documents.

“Why?”

Samuel answered:

“Because such a child could unlock the system.”

“The vault?”

“Yes.”

“The database?”

“Yes.”

“The records?”

“Yes.”

I suddenly remembered my grandmother’s letter.

You were the only one who could open the vault.

I looked at Samuel.

“She knew.”

“Of course.”

“Then why did she hide me?”

“Because she regretted helping me.”

“And you?”

“I wanted what she created.”

“What?”

“The key.”

I touched my chest.

“Me.”

Samuel nodded.

“You.”

A noise came from behind us.

Footsteps.

Daniel turned.

“Someone’s coming.”

Samuel smiled.

“Yes.”

The door opened.

A woman walked inside.

Anna.

She looked exhausted.

Blood was on her sleeve.

I ran toward her.

“Anna!”

She caught me.

“You’re alive.”

“Where’s Lucy?”

“Safe.”

“Where?”

Anna looked at Daniel.

Then Samuel.

“I don’t know.”

My heart dropped.

“What happened?”

“She was taken.”

“By who?”

“Michael.”

I froze.

“Michael?”

Anna nodded.

“He escaped the vault.”

Samuel laughed.

“Of course he did.”

I turned toward him.

“You knew?”

“I expected it.”

“Where is he taking her?”

Anna looked at me.

“To the train station.”

My blood ran cold.

“The underground platform.”

Anna nodded.

“That’s where the case is.”

“The case?”

“The one Daniel stole.”

I looked at Daniel.

“What is inside?”

He stared at me.

“Proof.”

“Proof of what?”

“Who your father really is.”

I frowned.

“I already know.”

Daniel shook his head.

“No.”

He stepped closer.

“Everything you’ve been told tonight is another lie.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

He looked directly into my eyes.

“Michael isn’t your biological father.”

Silence.

Samuel’s face changed.

“Daniel.”

Daniel ignored him.

“Sarah isn’t your biological mother.”

Anna looked shocked.

“What are you saying?”

Daniel looked at me.

“The DNA records were switched.”

My stomach dropped.

“Then who are my parents?”

Daniel whispered:

“That’s what’s inside the case.”

Samuel suddenly lunged toward him.

Daniel dodged.

They crashed into the desk.

Files flew everywhere.

Anna grabbed me.

“Run!”

We ran through the doorway.

Behind us, Samuel shouted.

“GET HER!”

I didn’t stop.

We raced down the corridor.

“Where are we going?”

“The station.”

“To find Lucy?”

“Yes.”

“And the case?”

“Yes.”

“And the truth?”

Anna looked at me.

“Especially the truth.”

We burst through an emergency exit into the rain.

A car was waiting.

Chelsea was behind the wheel.

She opened the door.

“Get in!”

I jumped inside.

Anna followed.

“Where’s Daniel?”

“Behind us.”

I looked back.

Samuel emerged from the building.

He stood in the rain.

Watching us.

Then he raised his hand.

Not to wave.

To point.

At me.

His mouth formed two words.

I couldn’t hear them.

But I knew what he said.

“My daughter.”

Chelsea slammed the accelerator.

We disappeared into the night.

For several minutes, nobody spoke.

Then I looked at Anna.

“What exactly are we going to find?”

“The truth.”

“About my parents?”

“Yes.”

“About Lucy?”

“Yes.”

“About Samuel?”

“Yes.”

“And Michael?”

Anna looked at me.

“If the case is still where Daniel hid it…”

She paused.

“We’ll know everything.”

The city lights passed outside the window.

I looked down at the mysterious key.

Then I noticed something engraved on it.

A name.

I wiped away the dirt.

My heart stopped.

It wasn’t Vale.

It wasn’t Collins.

It wasn’t Daniel.

It wasn’t Michael.

It was a name I had never heard before.

ELIAS.

I looked at Anna.

“Who is Elias?”

She didn’t answer.

Chelsea looked at me through the rearview mirror.

Her face had gone completely white.

“Where did you get that key?”

“In the vault.”

Chelsea swallowed.

“My father told me never to say that name.”

“Why?”

She stared at the road.

“Because Elias was the first person Samuel ever killed.”

I looked at her.

“Who was he?”

Chelsea’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“Samuel’s son.”

I felt cold.

“Then why is his name on the key?”

Chelsea didn’t answer.

A moment later, her phone rang.

She looked at the screen.

Unknown number.

She answered.

Nobody spoke.

Then a man’s voice whispered:

“You’re going to the station.”

Chelsea’s hands tightened around the steering wheel.

“Who is this?”

The voice laughed.

“You already know.”

The call ended.

Chelsea looked at me.

“He knows where we’re going.”

Anna whispered:

“Then we’re already too late.”

I looked ahead.

The old train station appeared through the rain.

Dark.

Abandoned.

Waiting.

And beneath it—

somewhere in the underground tunnels—

my sister was being held.

My father was hiding the truth.

My grandfather was apparently alive.

My mother had been lying.

And a mysterious dead man named Elias had left his name on the key that could unlock everything.

I stepped out of the car.

Rain soaked my face.

I looked at the entrance to the station.

Then I heard a voice behind me.

“Iris.”

I turned.

Nobody was there.

Only a small envelope lying on the wet pavement.

My name was written across it.

I picked it up.

Inside was a single photograph.

A newborn baby.

My baby.

And beside her stood a man.

The photograph had been taken thirty-four years ago.

I turned it over.

There was a message.

YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOUR FATHER.

I swallowed.

Then read the next line.

YOU HAVE NEVER LOOKED FOR YOUR MOTHER.

My hands began to shake.

The final sentence was written underneath.

SHE’S BEEN STANDING BESIDE YOU THE ENTIRE TIME.

I slowly turned toward Anna.

She was crying.

“Anna?”

She didn’t answer.

I stepped toward her.

“Who are you?”

She looked at me.

And finally—

after thirty-four years of lies—

she whispered:

“I’m not your adoptive mother.”

She wiped away a tear.

“I’m your biological mother.”

I couldn’t breathe.

Then Anna pointed toward the station.

“And your real father is waiting for you underground.”

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