Krista Brown POV

Jorja stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"You want to know how Anna and Nora died? I'll tell you."

My blood ran cold.

"The girls were playing. Being careless. I told them not to. But they never listened, did they?"

She shrugged.

"The fire was just an accident."

She paused, letting the words sink in. "But don't worry. Elijah and Broderick will always protect me. They owe me. Their lives belong to me."

I stared at her, hatred burning a hole through my chest. She was confessing. Flaunting her impunity.

Then her words triggered a sickening memory.

It wasn't Jorja who had donated the liver.

It was me.

Eight months pregnant, I had received a frantic call. Elijah and Broderick were in critical condition after a lab accident. They needed a liver transplant.

I was the only match.

But I was pregnant.

Doctors performed an emergency C-section, delivering my premature twins. They were barely clinging to life.

I watched them in the NICU—tiny, vulnerable, connected to tubes.

My recovery from the C-section and partial liver donation was agonizing.

Jorja saw an opportunity. She visited Elijah and Broderick, taking credit for my sacrifice. She spun a tale of heroic selflessness.

Weak and unable to speak for myself, I couldn't correct the narrative.

The truth was lost in the chaos.

I had chosen peace, focused on my babies.

I never imagined that silence would become the weapon used to destroy my children.

Jorja's voice cut through my thoughts.

"And your other daughter, Nora? Still in a coma, isn't she?"

She smiled—a sickening, fake smile.

"It would be truly tragic if something happened to her. Wouldn't it?"

Nora. My surviving twin. Still fighting for her life.

This demon was threatening her.

I lunged.

Strong arms seized me. A sharp prick in my arm. The world spun.

Elijah stood over me, his face cold with fury.

"Krista, I warned you."

Jorja clutched her wrist, whimpering. "Oh, Elijah, she didn't mean it."

"You lying bitch!" I screamed. "You let them die! You stole my sacrifice!"

Elijah's eyes flashed. "Enough. Jorja is innocent. You're delusional."

"My children! How dare you?"

I tried to appeal to the man I once loved. "They were your daughters, Elijah!"

He scoffed.

"My children? Anna and Nora were always sick. They don't even look like me."

He paused, his eyes growing colder.

"I always suspected they weren't mine."

The father of my children had doubted them from birth. And now I knew why he had let them die.