My Best Friend Is Pregnant With My Husband’s Baby, But The Dna Test Just Proved It Actually Belongs To His Father. I’m About To Reveal This At The Anniversary Gala. Should I Record Their Faces?
The Final Trap
Halfway there, Lucas suddenly swerved. “Miss Sophia, we’re being followed again.”
With a sharp screech of tires, our car slammed into the guardrail. I was thrown from my seat, my forehead hitting the back of the front seat. I saw stars. Through the rear window, I saw a black, license-plateless SUV rapidly approaching us.
“Get down!” Lucas pushed my head down.
The SUV rammed us again, this time on the passenger side. At that moment, two motorcycles appeared and their riders shot out the SUV’s tires. The SUV lost control, spun several times, and crashed into the guardrail.
“The Don’s men.” Lucas reversed and sped away from the scene. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I held the lump on my forehead and smiled coldly. “Alexander is really getting desperate.”
Back at the safe house, I immediately called my father. “Dad, Alexander sent his men… No, I’m fine. I got away.”
After the call, I checked the security cameras. As expected, at the Blackwood Villa, Alexander and Clara were fighting furiously.
“It’s all your fault! Now that bitch has won! We’re finished!” Alexander screamed.
Clara sneered. “That’s not what your father said when we were in bed together! You Blackwoods are all the same!”
“Shut up!” Alexander put his hands around her neck. “I’ll kill you!”
Clara struggled and, with a fruit knife she grabbed from a table, slashed Alexander’s face. He screamed and let her go. Clara seized the opportunity to flee the room.
I turned off the cameras, lost in thought. The dogfight was more interesting than I had expected.
At that moment, Matthew called. “Miss Moretti, the results of the emergency board meeting just came in. Alexander has been officially fired and Vittorio Blackwood has been hospitalized with a heart attack. The stock has hit another maximum drop.”
Matthew chuckled slightly. “We now own 18% of the shares. With the support of a few small shareholders, that’s enough to launch a hostile takeover bid.”
“Not enough yet.” I went to the window. The night was dark as ink. “I want to see Blackwood Construction completely collapse.”
After the call, I opened the safe and took out a long-hidden document. It was a copy of my mother’s diary. It detailed the entire process of how my mother discovered evidence of the Blackwood and Vance families’ crimes. The date on the last page was the day before she died.
“Mom, soon none of them will escape.”
The next morning, Lucas knocked urgently on the door. “Miss Sophia, there’s a problem. Alexander and Clara are missing. The villa has been ransacked.”
I stood up abruptly. “Around 3:00 a.m., the guard was knocked out and the camera recordings were erased.” Lucas handed me a tablet. “But a camera in an alley caught them getting into a silver van.”
In the blurry footage, Alexander and Clara could be seen being dragged into a van by men in black. They didn’t seem to be going willingly.
“They’re not our men.” I frowned. “Check the license plate.”
“Fake,” Lucas shook his head, “but the van headed towards the port.”
I immediately called my father. But a strange man’s voice answered. “Miss Moretti, if you want to see your father and your husband again, come to Warehouse Number Three at the port. Alone. If not…” The phone went dead. I could hear Alexander’s terrified screams in the background.
At the abandoned warehouse by the pier, the sea breeze carried the smell of salt. I stood in the darkness, toying with the small pistol hidden in my sleeve. The cool metal calmed me slightly. Lucas and six bodyguards were scattered around, ready to move.
“Miss Sophia, reconnaissance is complete.” I heard Lucas’s voice in my earpiece. “Two men at the front door, two at the back. Four in total. Unknown faces. They don’t look like local criminals.”
“Where’s Dad?”
“Confirmed with the thermal camera. Four people inside: two standing, two seated. One of the seated figures has a build similar to the Don’s.”
I took a deep breath and pressed my earpiece. “Execute the plan.”
After five minutes, from the back door of the warehouse, I heard faint thuds and the sound of something falling. I took the opportunity to approach the front door and deliberately stepped on a piece of glass.
“Who’s there?” I heard a suspicious voice from inside.
“I’m Sophia Moretti. You told me to come alone.” I raised my voice.
With a screech, the iron door opened and a gun was pointed at my forehead. The man holding the gun was a giant with a menacing look. A scar under his left eye was particularly disturbing. “Search her,” he ordered.
I meekly raised my hands and let another man pat me down. They took my phone and wallet but didn’t find the knife hidden in my underwear or the gun in my sleeve.
“Get in.” The man with the scar pushed me.
The warehouse was dark and damp. A single light bulb hanging in the center was the only source of light. Underneath it, a man in a black trench coat sat with his back to me. Armed goons flanked him. On the floor, Alexander and Clara were huddled, their hands tied behind their backs, mouths gagged. Their faces were covered in blood. There was no sign of my father.
“Miss Moretti, I’ve heard so much about you.” The man in the trench coat slowly turned. A face I had never seen, around 40, with a sharp nose and a long scar crossing his cheek to his neck.
“Where is my father?” I asked directly.
The man smiled, showing yellow teeth. “Don Vincent will be fine. I called you today to make you a proposal.”
“What proposal?”
“The territories left by the Blackwood and Vance families,” he said, skillfully twirling a butterfly knife between his fingers. “Miss Moretti, you brought them down in a most elegant fashion recently. My boss liked that.”
“And who is your boss?”
“That’s not important,” he said, standing and approaching Alexander, pressing the tip of his knife to his cheek. “What’s important is that we can cooperate. You get your revenge, and we get their businesses. What do you say?”
Alexander, terrified, widened his eyes and made muffled noises, shaking his head. Clara had already fainted.
I sneered. “You kidnapped my husband just to make me a cooperation proposal?”
“Otherwise, we wouldn’t have the honor of hosting someone like you, Miss Moretti.” The man shrugged. “Besides, consider it a favor. We took care of this snake who tried to have you run over.”
I slowly walked to the center. The sound of my heels on the concrete was sharp and clear. “Let me guess, you’re from the rival syndicate, the Wolves, right? I heard you recently lost a lot of business in Asia because of my father.”
The man’s face stiffened slightly, and the knife stopped moving. “Miss Moretti is well informed.”
“That’s not all,” I said, stopping three meters from him. “I also know about the shipment arriving at this port tonight. By now, an anonymous tip has already reached the FBI.”
“You bitch!” The enraged man lunged at me with the knife. But at that moment, the warehouse ceiling suddenly exploded and a dozen smoke grenades fell. A pungent smoke filled the warehouse in an instant. Gunshots, screams, footsteps—all mixed in a pandemonium.
“Miss Sophia, get down!” I heard Lucas’s voice in my earpiece.
I dropped to the floor and pulled the gun from my sleeve. In the smoke, the man with the scar passed by me. I shot him in the knee. He collapsed screaming.
Five minutes later, when the smoke cleared, a dozen bodyguards armed to the teeth had control of the situation. The man in the trench coat and his goons were on the floor, and Alexander and Clara were leaning against a corner like dead dogs.
“The Don is on his way.” Lucas dusted off my clothes. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” I approached Alexander and violently ripped the gag from his mouth. “Honey, your friends don’t seem very reliable.”
Alexander, between tears and snot, begged, “Sophia, save me! Those animals want to kill me!”
“A pity they didn’t succeed.” I stood up and told Lucas, “Take them to the precinct. Charges: kidnapping and attempted murder.”
“Attempted murder?” Lucas asked, puzzled.
I pointed to a camera in a corner of the warehouse. “I just recorded their confession. They also admitted to planning yesterday’s car accident.”
Hearing those words, Alexander suddenly screamed, “Sophia, you’re a devil! This was all your setup!”
Lucas kicked him. I shook my head and called my father. “Dad, it’s all taken care of. The Wolves tried to interfere. Yes, I’ve already notified the FBI. I’ll wait for you.”
After hanging up, I walked out of the warehouse. The morning sun, just rising on the horizon, gilded the port. In the distance, police sirens were approaching, and from the other direction, my father’s cars were arriving.
A New Era
Four days later, an earthquake shook the financial world of New York. The Moretti Group officially announced the acquisition of Blackwood Construction. As the group’s heir, I held a press conference where I exposed Blackwood Construction’s long-standing corruption. That same day, the police raided the Vance Group headquarters and arrested George Vance on multiple charges, including smuggling and bribery.
My image answering journalists’ questions in front of the Blackwood Construction Building was on the front page of every newspaper: a Chanel suit, my mother’s red diamond necklace, and a confident demeanor. An image completely different from the protagonist of a tragedy who, six months ago, was locked in a storage room with a broken leg.
“Miss Moretti, as the new president, will you keep the current management?” a journalist asked.
I smiled. “Of course not. Blackwood Construction needs a complete overhaul, from its leadership to its corporate culture.”
“It said your husband, Alexander Blackwood, is accused of embezzlement and inciting murder. What do you have to say?”
“The law will deliver a fair verdict,” I said with a solemn expression. “Personally, I feel deep regret and sadness for Mr. Blackwood’s actions.”
After the press conference, Matthew was waiting for me in the boardroom. “Miss Moretti, here are the final acquisition documents. They just need your signature.”
I looked at the documents and suddenly became curious. “Mr. Reed, why are you helping me? Is it just because of my father?”
Matthew adjusted his glasses. “At first, yes. But…” He hesitated. A rare occurrence for him. “I came to admire your courage and intelligence.”
I smiled and signed the documents. “Blackwood Construction, now Moretti Holdings, I entrust to you. I hope it becomes a truly responsible company.”
“Where are you going?” Matthew asked.
“I’m going to visit an old friend,” I said, looking at my watch. “They arrested Alexander this morning. I need to comfort him.”
The prison visiting room was cold and silent. Alexander wore an orange jumpsuit, his beard long, his eyes bloodshot. When he saw me, he rushed at the bulletproof glass but was restrained by a guard.
“Sophia, you devil!” he screamed, banging on the glass.
I calmly picked up the receiver. “Alexander, your charges are embezzlement, fraud, incitement to murder. In total, you’ll be in prison for at least 20 years. Oh, by the way, Clara has decided to testify against you. She provided all the evidence proving that you and George Vance planned the murder of the evicted tenants.”
Alexander’s face turned pale. “It’s a lie! It was all that old man Vance’s doing!”
“Of course.” I pulled out a recorder and pressed play. In the recording, Alexander clearly says: “Send some guys to teach those protesters a lesson. I don’t care if someone dies.”
“It’s fake! That recording is fake!” Alexander screamed.
“The judge won’t think so. And about the baby Clara lost… the DNA test results came back. It wasn’t my child.”
Alexander remained motionless as if struck by lightning. “Then whose was it?”
“Your father’s,” I finished harshly. “Clara confessed it herself.”
Alexander collapsed onto the chair as if his soul had fled his body.
“Finally, Blackwood Construction is mine. All the shares in your name and your father’s were used to cover the funds you embezzled and to compensate the victims.”
