The Heir Revealed
The chapel cracked with pressure, silence turning to panic. My breath caught somewhere between disbelief and terror. That wasn't a dream. It wasn't a hallucination.
She was real.
My daughter. In my mother-in-law's arms.
And her eyes—God, her eyes. Not blue like Ryan's. Not green like mine. But a glowing, supernatural shade that shimmered gold. Light pulsed behind them like embers of a fire that refused to die. The prophecy wasn't a myth. It was breathing, wrapped in white cloth and reaching tiny fingers toward the chaos.
"Move!" Kyle shoved Ryan behind the altar for cover. "We have seconds!"
But I didn't move. I stared.
Leonardo stepped further inside, gun steady, his tailored suit untouched by smoke or blood. He walked like he owned the flames, like destruction bowed to him.
My voice cracked. "Why... why is she with your mother?"
Ryan coughed, spitting blood into his palm. "Because she was never just mine."
"What the hell does that mean?"
