rounded by the city's elite. As a self-mad
ted into the ballroom, her con
pping a bombshell: "Marcus is infertile," she declared, trem
ing me. Seraphina, playing the martyr, insisted a DNA test, due any minute, woul
, but beneath it,
band, my legacy a lie. How could I possibly recove
her "proof," her smile froze. "He's excl
e paternity, but the unbelievable truth about Leo's biological mother-a secret I'd gu