Chapter 8 - Beneath Seattle We Found the Original Drake-Bellmont Vault, and the Documents Inside Exposed Who Had Planned the Girls’ Birth Before I Ever Met GriffinThe vault was underground.
Old.
Massive.
Inside were records from fifty years earlier.
Family agreements.
Photographs.
Birth plans.
I found my name.
SLOAN HART — FUTURE MATERNAL CARRIER.
I froze.
“What?”
Griffin looked.
The document suggested my pregnancy had been anticipated.
Years before I met him.
Someone had intentionally brought me into Griffin's life.
I couldn't breathe.
“Someone planned us.”
Griffin shook his head.
“No.”
“Look.”
My mother's name appeared.
She had been part of the plan.
She knew.
My relationship with Griffin wasn't random.
The girls weren't unexpected.
The patriarch had wanted a bloodline strong enough to unite both families.
He had been waiting for someone to produce twins.
Me.
Griffin.
The girls.
A nightmare disguised as romance.
I felt sick.
“I was chosen.”
Griffin took my hands.
“You were not an asset.”
“But they planned it.”
“People can plan circumstances.”
He looked at me.
“They can't plan what we choose.”
That mattered.
The girls were not the result of a family strategy.
They were children.
Our children.
We burned the records.
Not literally.
We preserved copies for investigators.
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Then we shut down the vault.
The old empire was finished.
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