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292 She is Our Family
The Presidential Suite at the Imperial Hotel was wrapped in quiet luxury.
Floor–to–ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight glinting off glass towers far
below.
Plush carpets muted every sound, and the air carried a faint scent of polished wood and fresh flowers arranged on the marble table nearby.
Finley Morgan sat on the cream colored sofa, his posture straight despite the long day.
His phone rested in his palm, the screen lighting up as the call connected.
One by one, familiar faces appeared, filling the screen with a mixture of anticipation
and restrained emotion.
“Finley, how is it?” Nicholas Morgan asked immediately, leaning closer to the camera. His eyes were bright, and his voice could not hide his excitement. “Did you meet that person? Who is he?”
Before Finley could answer, another voice joined in. “Is he your aunt’s son?” Theodor Morgan asked, his brows drawn together.
“And is he from Grayenfall?” Nicholas added, barely pausing for breath.
Finley could not help smiling. Seeing his grandparents and father together on the screen filled him with warmth.
They had been waiting since morning, counting the hours, knowing today was the day he would finally meet the person whose DNA matched their family.
“It’s not “he“,” Finley said gently, his smile widening. “It’s ‘she“.”
The effect was immediate.
“She?” Nicholas echoed, stunned.
“She is Aunt Giselle’s granddaughter,” Finley continued, his voice steady but filled with
emotion.
Silence fell across the screen.
Finley watched as the expressions of the three elders shifted from confusion to disbelief.
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His grandfather’s face paled, while his grandmother’s lips parted slightly, as if the air had been knocked from her chest.
He fixed his gaze on his grandfather. “Grandpa, Aunt Giselle passed away a long time
ago.”
Theodor’s hand trembled as he adjusted his glasses. “What?” His voice cracked. “My little sister… she died? Why? She was still young.”
Emma Morgan, Finley’s grandmother, covered her mouth with her hand. “Giselle… my daughter,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “How could this be? Why did she die?”
The screen blurred slightly as Emma’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold herself together, but her quiet sob escaped, heavy and raw.
Nicholas reached for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his own expression strained with grief.
“This is because of you, Nick. If you hadn’t said those words to her, this wouldn’t have happened!” Emma said, trembling as she began to cry.
“I’m sorry-” Nicholas‘ voice faltered as he hugged his wife.
Finley inhaled slowly, steadying himself. He had known this moment would be painful, but seeing it unfold still tightened his chest.
“I will explain everything when I return,” he said softly. “There is a lot to tell. But she lived. Aunt Giselle lived long enough to have a daughter, and that daughter had a child.”
Emma looked up at him through her tears. “Where’s Giselle’s daughter? Did you meet her, too?”
Finley’s expression grew tense as he remembered that Madison had already been dead before they found her.
“Grandma, Aunt Gisell’s daughter also passed away, leaving only her daughter, whom I met earlier,” Finley explained carefully, not wanting to make them even sadder.
The three of them were shocked.
Finley says nothing more, waiting for them to speak.
Nicholas straightened, gradually calming as his shock faded. “Then you must bring her to us,” he said firmly. “We need to see her. She is our family.”
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Somewhere out there, Evelyn was preparing to meet him again tonight, unaware of the emotional storm that had just passed through his family.
He checked his watch. He had an important meeting to attend before dinner.
Straightening his suit jacket, Finley allowed himself a small smile.
Fate had been cruel, but it had also been strangely kind.
After decades of loss, the Morgan family had finally found a piece of what they thought. was gone forever.
And he feels grateful to have finally found his aunt’s granddaughter.
Later,
A gentle knock echoed through the suite, breaking the quiet.
“Sir, it’s time,” his secretary said softly as she stepped inside.
Finley nodded. He set his phone in his pocket, smoothed the front of his suit, and took a steady breath before heading out.
His thoughts briefly flickered to Evelyn, then he pushed them aside. Business first. The meeting room was already prepared, sunlight spilling through the tall windows and reflecting off the polished table.
As Finley stepped inside, he spotted a familiar figure approaching him.
“Mr. Morgan,” Axel greeted, extending his hand with a calm, confident smile.
Finley clasped his hand firmly, returning the smile with ease.
“Axel, no need to be so formal. Just call me Finley. We’re not standing in front of reporters right now.”
Axel chuckled lightly. “That’s a relief. I was afraid I’d have to rehearse my manners.” Finley laughed, the tension of the day easing almost instantly. “You’re doing fine. Besides, I prefer honest conversations over stiff titles.”
“I can agree with that,” Axel replied, gesturing toward the table. “Shall we? I promise I won’t bore you with endless slides.”
“Good,” Finley said as they took their seats. “Because I left my patience in
my other
suit.”
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Axel raised an eyebrow, amused. “Then I’ll make this quick and worthwhile
Finley leaned back slightly, his expression warm but sharp. “I like that confidence. Let’s see if your proposal matches it.”
The atmosphere shifted smoothly into focus, professional yet relaxed.
Two powerful men sat across from each other, not as rivals or strangers, but as allies
about to begin a conversation that would shape far more than just business.
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Olivia Harris is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.