She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Damian’s POV

I try to keep the search for my sister a secret.

Vanderbilt’s name attracts too many impostors as it is. Just because of the news about how they found my mom’s car under a cliff but without a trace of the baby, we have been dealing with all sorts of people coming to us over the years, claiming that they raised my sister who they found near the crash site. Some of them even came for the reward with a dead baby’s picture. Basically, they were selling their kids, dead ones, too.

It’s fair to say that I have seen the darkest part of humanity.

Most of them are easy to spot though– we have never revealed the fact that Mom’s blood type is RH-, as well as the baby. Even unable to make a DNA test, a simple medical examination report from any period of their life could pick out most of the fake ones.

But they still do damage–

Every time such a claim reaches Dad, it takes his heart for a rollercoaster ride with an almost definite disappointing end.

me, and whatever spared he put in the company– the empire he built together with Mom. He

have to

not just a personal dream. It’s my cover story to shield my father from this. I have always decided that

a alive one

don’t know who she is, and I don’t even know if she wants to be back. I mean, few would say no to

exactly the risk–

waiting for them,

for the wrong reason, then I won’t let Dad go through with that

womanizer, a jerk taking advantage of good appearance, a talented actor, and also happens to be one of my longest friends, and the

and they ended up friends. Friends, friends in

like his

of woman he sees the most in his life. Well, that’s the kind of woman I see the most in my life, too. But I