Maya's POV
"No," I whisper, staring at the birth certificate on my phone. "This can't be real."
Ethan grabs the phone. Studies the image. His face goes pale. "Maya"
"Don't." I stand up. Walk away. Can't breathe. "James Walsh is not my father."
"The birth certificate says"
"I don't care what it says!" I'm shouting now. "Richard is my father. The man who raised me. The man who" I stop. "Who let my mother die. Who sold her key for money. Who knew everything and said nothing."
Marcus clears his throat. "Maya, I'm sorry. I didn't know about this."
"Nobody knew," I say bitterly. "Except James. And my mother. And now Vanessa."
"That's why she sent the photo," Ethan realizes. "She's blackmailing you."
My phone buzzes. Another text from Vanessa.
"Meet me at the bank tomorrow. 10 AM. Come alone. Or everyone learns that Derek is your half-brother. That Hope is the product of incest. That you're James Walsh's legitimate heir."
I show the text to Ethan.
