2025-04-23 22:36:14The words from the mysterious caller echoed in Gregory’s mind as he hurried back through the dark streets:
“They won’t let you live long enough to claim it.”
It wasn’t paranoia if it was true. And everything about the Rosewell family—their sudden interest in DNA, their cruelty, their timing—reeked of something deeper. Something darker.
He slipped into the mansion through the back, moving like a shadow. But as soon as he reached the second floor—
Click.
The hallway lights blazed to life.
“Out past curfew?” Seth stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, flanked by his older brother, Marcus.
Gregory kept walking.
“Not in the mood,” he muttered.
Marcus stepped in front of him. “You think just because someone’s sniffing around your past, it makes you special?”
Gregory didn’t stop. “No. But it makes you nervous.”
Seth's jaw clenched.
Marcus grabbed Gregory’s shoulder. “You think you can talk to us like that?”
Gregory turned slowly. “You’re not going to hit me. Not until you’re sure I’m not your boss’s son.”
Seth laughed. “We don’t need to hit you. Not when we can ruin you.”
Then he held up a photo.
Gregory froze.
It was him, in the library earlier that night. Taken from behind a glass window, but clear enough to recognize. Next to him on the screen—the article about Caldwell’s missing child.
“How—?” Gregory started.
“Think we don’t keep tabs on you now?” Seth sneered. “You’re not the only one with secrets.”
Marcus added, “Better get used to your attic. If that DNA test comes back negative, you’ll be back to scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush.”
They walked off, laughter echoing through the corridor.
Gregory’s hands trembled.
If they could photograph him in a public building, they could do worse.
The next day felt like a powder keg waiting to blow.
Mr. Rosewell didn’t speak to Gregory at all, which somehow felt more dangerous than his usual venom. Mrs. Rosewell barely looked at him. Even the other servants seemed tense.
Only Samuel tried to talk to him.
“You okay?” the boy asked softly in the hallway.
Gregory forced a smile. “Just a weird week.”
Samuel frowned. “You know, Dad’s been hiding documents in his office. He’s got folders with your name on them. I saw one when he left the door open last night.”
Gregory blinked. “Are you sure?”
Samuel nodded. “Gregory R. And a seal from the Caldwell Group.”
That was all the confirmation Gregory needed.
It was time to go deeper.
That night, when the house fell into silence, Gregory crept downstairs again. The grandfather clock struck 1:00 AM as he picked the lock to the study—something he’d secretly practiced for months in case he ever needed to sneak in to read or use the phone.
He slipped inside, flashlight in hand.
The drawers were locked, but he found the keys in a hollowed-out book titled Success Through Discipline. The irony almost made him laugh.
Inside the largest drawer were several labeled files. Most were dry financials. But then, tucked beneath a file marked CONFIDENTIAL, he found it.
Gregory R. Caldwell – Possible Match
His breath caught.
He opened the file.
There were photos of him from different angles—walking in the garden, cleaning the kitchen, even sleeping in his attic. Surveillance reports. Notes on his habits, sleep schedule, social media history.
And then, a faxed copy of a DNA request sent directly to Caldwell’s legal team—before the test Gregory had taken.
Which meant Mr. Rosewell had known long before the official test.
That meant only one thing: they were trying to control the narrative. To steal the inheritance before Caldwell ever met his real son.
Gregory heard a creak in the hallway.
He shoved the papers back, pocketing the file, and eased the drawer shut.
But the door opened—fast.
A shadow stepped in.
It was Mrs. Rosewell.
She didn’t scream.
She just stared at him.
And then whispered, “You shouldn’t be here, Gregory.”
Gregory backed up. “You knew, didn’t you? You all did.”
Her voice was a bitter hush. “They’ll never let you have it. Not the name. Not the company. Not the legacy. You’re just a stain they’ve been trying to clean.”
Gregory shook his head. “You can’t hide this forever.”
She gave a slow smile. “We don’t have to. We just have to hide it long enough.”
Then her expression changed.
Fear.
She turned her head, as if hearing something behind the walls.
Then she whispered: “Run. Before they decide you’re not worth the risk.”
Gregory bolted.
Back in his attic, he locked the door, heart pounding, clutching the stolen file. He had proof now. But nowhere to take it. No allies. No idea who he could trust.
Then his phone buzzed again.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
He picked up.
“I told you they were watching,” the same voice said. “And now they know you know.”
“Who are you?” Gregory demanded.
“I’m someone who’s seen the worst of that family. And I know where they keep the original hospital records. You want the truth? You’ll meet me tomorrow. Midnight. At the old shipping yard by Dock 14.”
Then silence.
Gregory stared at the ceiling again, but sleep was out of the question.
Because now, he wasn’t just a servant.
He was a target.
And tomorrow… he might become the heir no one wanted.
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