Chapter 3 of Kidnapping the Billionaire's Heir

The guards dragged me out of the mansion like I was a filthy intruder. My screams echoed through the grand halls, but my parents didn’t flinch.

"Please!" I begged, struggling against their grip. "Just listen to me! I am your daughter!"

But my mother’s cold, piercing gaze cut through me like a blade. "My daughter is already home," she said icily, her voice devoid of any warmth.

I thrashed harder. "That’s not me! That’s an impostor!"

My father only waved his hand dismissively. "Get rid of her."

My blood turned ice-cold at the implication.

The guards tightened their grip, their hands reaching for their weapons. They were going to kill me. My own flesh and blood had decided I was better off dead than listening to my truth.

Just as one of the guards cocked his gun, a gunshot rang out.

The guard beside me collapsed with a grunt, and before the others could react, Dennis emerged from the darkness, his gun smoking.

"Let her go," he commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering.

The remaining guards hesitated for a fraction of a second—just enough time for Dennis to shoot another one in the leg. Chaos erupted as gunfire filled the air, and I ducked for cover, my heart pounding like a war drum.

Dennis grabbed my wrist. "Run!"

I didn’t need to be told twice.

That night, I stood on the balcony of Dennis’s penthouse, staring at the vast ocean that stretched beyond the cliffs. The salty breeze kissed my skin, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside me.

Everything I thought I knew was a lie.

My parents had replaced me.

An impostor had stolen my life.

And worst of all—no one even questioned it.

We drove to his small apartment. He cooked me some foods from which is I didn't know why.

"Eat something," Dennis said from behind me, setting a plate of untouched food on the table. His voice was softer now, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond.

I hadn’t eaten properly in days. My appetite had vanished, replaced by a heavy emptiness in my chest. Every night, I cried myself to sleep, mourning the life that had been ripped away from me.

Then, one evening, Dennis handed me a folder.

I opened it with trembling hands, my breath hitching as I scanned the documents inside. Medical reports. DNA tests. Surveillance footage.

After the bombing… someone had copied my face.

It wasn’t just surgery—it was a full-blown identity thieves. They were a lot. That's why my parents thought I was one of them. Now, my body double had taken over my role so seamlessly that even my skeptical, manipulative parents hadn’t doubted it for a second.

That terrified me more than anything.

"Who would go this far?" I whispered, gripping the papers so tightly they crumpled in my hands.

Dennis hesitated before answering. "Your parents wanted you married. Walter Geoffe Montero wanted you in his grasp. You were actually destined to marry him. And now that you were gone, someone had to take your place."

I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. "But why? Why did Walter… do this to me?"

Dennis exhaled, leaning against the railing. "Because you were supposed to be his wife."

The words sent a chill down my spine.

"What?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

"You were engaged to Walter," Dennis admitted, his expression unreadable. "That was the blind wedding your parents arranged. But after the bombing, he needed proof that you were really his. That’s why he impregnated you."

My stomach turned violently. I placed a hand over my belly, finally understanding.

Walter did this to me.

I staggered backward, nausea rising in my throat.

"He—he got me pregnant just to prove I was the real Georgia?" My voice cracked.

Dennis didn’t answer right away. His silence was all the confirmation I needed.

Disgust. Horror. Betrayal. It all crashed down on me at once. I felt sick.

I should have been relieved. I finally knew the truth. But instead, it only made me feel more trapped.

Because now… I had no way out.

As weeks passed, my reality became even deadlier.

Walter’s men were hunting us.

Every time we changed locations, they found us again. Assassins lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Dennis and I lived on the brink of death, forced to move constantly, never knowing if we’d wake up to bullets flying through the windows.

One night, while we were hiding in an abandoned villa, Dennis confessed something that shattered the last bit of trust I had left.

"I used to work for Walter," he said, staring into the flickering candlelight.

My breath hitched. "What?"

He met my gaze, his expression unreadable. "I was one of his men."

The words crashed into me like a tidal wave. My mind reeled.

"You—" My voice wavered. "Then why did you save me? Why betray him?"

Dennis looked away, gripping his glass so tightly I thought it would shatter. "Because I found out what he did to you. And I couldn’t let it happen."

Confusion swallowed me whole.

It didn’t make any sense.

Dennis had no reason to save me. No reason to go against one of the most powerful men in the country just to help me escape.

So why?

Why would he risk his life for someone like me?

I wanted to ask. I wanted to know.

But part of me was too afraid of the answer

Months later, I gave birth to a baby boy.

The moment I held him in my arms, all the pain, fear, and exhaustion melted away. He was beautiful. Tiny. Fragile. He had my nose and soft brown hair, but his eyes…

His eyes weren’t mine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a smile as Dennis sat beside me, gazing down at the baby.

"He’s perfect," Dennis whispered, brushing his finger against the infant’s cheek.

And for a while, I let myself believe it. I let myself believe I was safe. That I could raise my son away from the chaos. That Dennis was really the father figure my child needed.

But then—everything shattered.

One evening, while cradling my son—Lewis in my arms, I overheard a hushed conversation from the other room.

Dennis was talking to someone over the phone. It was on a loud speaker so I heard it easily.

Curious, I crept closer, careful not to make a sound.

Then I heard a voice that made my blood run cold.

Dennis called her ‘Shania'.

She told him about the updates and information about the W Beauty Cosmetics. So for sure she was the one I saw that day.

And then I heard Dennis, “Your twin sister is living happily here with me..."

Twin sister? DAMN!

The sister I never even knew I had. The same woman who stole my identity and took my place in my family.

I covered my mouth, heart slamming against my ribs as I listened.

"You don’t have to worry," Dennis was saying. "She’ll never find out."