CHAPTER 14 — THE WOMAN IN THE BASEMENT
“DON’T TRUST YOUR FATHER!”
Claire's scream tore through the darkness.
I froze.
For a second, the entire house was silent.
Then Daniel grabbed my hand.
“Stay close.”
We moved toward the basement stairs.
Alejandro went first.
Jonathan remained upstairs.
My father didn't move.
I looked back at him.
He wouldn't meet my eyes.
That frightened me.
“Dad?”
Nothing.
“Why is Claire down there?”
Still nothing.
“Dad!”
He finally whispered:
“Because she knows the truth.”
“What truth?”
He looked at me.
“The truth I was trying to protect you from.”
Daniel stepped between us.
“You've had enough chances.”
My father looked at him.
“You don't understand.”
Daniel's voice hardened.
“Then explain.”
My father shook his head.
“Not here.”
I stared at him.
“No more secrets.”
He looked toward the basement.
“If you open that door, there is no going back.”
I walked down the stairs.
“I've already lost everything.”
I reached the bottom.
The basement was enormous.
Not a basement.
A hidden facility.
Steel doors.
Old monitors.
Medical equipment.
Files stacked against the walls.
And in the center...
a woman was chained to a chair.
“Claire!”
She lifted her head.
Her face was bruised.
Blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
But she was alive.
I ran toward her.
Daniel followed.
“Who did this?”
Claire looked past me.
“At him.”
I turned.
My father stood at the bottom of the stairs.
Claire's eyes filled with tears.
“Your father.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
Claire shook her head.
“He lied to you.”
My father closed his eyes.
“Claire, stop.”
“You deserve to know!”
I stepped toward him.
“What did you do?”
He didn't answer.
Claire shouted:
“He wasn't protecting you!”
My father finally looked at me.
“I was protecting your children.”
“By kidnapping Claire?”
“I had no choice.”
“You always have a choice!”
He flinched.
Claire struggled against the restraints.
“Emily, listen to me.”
I knelt beside her.
“What?”
“I'm not your enemy.”
“I know.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“You don't.”
She looked at my father.
“He made me believe I was crazy.”
My father whispered:
“That isn't true.”
Claire cried.
“He told me my memories were false.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because she remembered.”
“Remembered what?”
Claire answered.
“The night your son was born.”
My heart stopped.
“You were there?”
She nodded.
“I was in the hospital.”
“But you were a baby.”
Claire shook her head.
“Not me.”
She looked at my father.
“Someone who looked like me.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
My father said nothing.
Claire continued.
“There were three babies that night.”
“I know.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“You know about two.”
My stomach tightened.
“There were three?”
Claire nodded.
“Three newborn boys.”
I froze.
“Boys?”
“Yes.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“Who was the third?”
Claire looked at him.
“Your brother.”
Daniel went still.
“My brother?”
“Adrian.”
Silence.
I looked at the documents.
Adrian.
The man we believed was Daniel's twin.
But Claire continued.
“He wasn't your brother.”
Daniel stared at her.
“What?”
“He was created from your father's genetic material.”
Daniel shook his head.
“That makes no sense.”
Claire looked at me.
“He was the Board's replacement.”
My father finally spoke.
“Yes.”
Daniel turned toward him.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“And you let me believe Adrian was my brother?”
“I had to.”
Daniel's voice became furious.
“You lied to me my entire life.”
“I was trying to keep you alive.”
“You failed.”
My father lowered his head.
I looked at Claire.
“How do you know all of this?”
She smiled sadly.
“Because I was there.”
“Where?”
“In the laboratory.”
My blood froze.
“You worked for them?”
“No.”
She looked at her own hands.
“I was a patient.”
I stared.
“A patient?”
“They took children from families and gave them new identities.”
She looked at me.
“I was one of them.”
I couldn't speak.
“You were my sister.”
She nodded.
“Biologically.”
I touched her face.
“I don't remember you.”
“You were three.”
“You were four.”
She smiled through tears.
“You used to follow me everywhere.”
A memory flickered.
A little girl.
A red ribbon.
A bedroom.
Someone holding my hand.
I whispered:
“Lily.”
Claire began crying.
“That was my name.”
I remembered.
My sister.
Lily.
The child everyone said had died.
I hugged her.
She broke down in my arms.
For several seconds, nothing else mattered.
Then Daniel asked:
“Where are the babies?”
Claire pulled away.
“The Board took them.”
“Where?”
“Upstairs.”
I froze.
“What?”
She looked at me.
“They never left this house.”
I turned.
“What do you mean?”
“The babies are here.”
I ran.
Daniel followed.
We reached the hidden laboratory.
Two glass chambers stood against the wall.
Empty.
But a monitor showed two heartbeats.
BPM 148.
BPM 152.
I stared.
“They're alive.”
Claire nodded.
“Below us.”
I looked at the floor.
“There is another level.”
My father stepped forward.
“Emily…”
“Open it.”
“No.”
“Open it!”
“You don't understand what is beneath this room.”
“I don't care.”
He looked at me.
“Your children aren't the only ones down there.”
My blood went cold.
“Who else?”
He didn't answer.
Claire did.
“The Board.”
A metallic sound came from beneath us.
Then a voice echoed through the speakers.
“Excellent.”
We all turned.
Victoria appeared on a monitor.
She was smiling.
“I wondered how long it would take.”
I stared at her.
“You're supposed to be arrested.”
She laughed.
“You arrested a woman.”
She leaned closer.
“Not the organization.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“You're finished.”
“No.”
She smiled.
“You are.”
The screen changed.
A video appeared.
Two babies.
One in a blue blanket.
One in white.
Behind them stood a third crib.
Empty.
Victoria spoke.
“The third child is ready.”
My father went pale.
“What did you do?”
Victoria smiled.
“What you were too cowardly to finish.”
I stared at the screen.
“What third child?”
Victoria looked directly at me.
“Your daughter.”
My blood froze.
I looked at my father.
“No.”
Victoria continued.
“You thought she died.”
My mother had said she died.
My father had said she died.
But Victoria was smiling.
“She survived.”
I whispered:
“Where is she?”
Victoria pointed toward the third crib.
“Right here.”
The screen changed.
A teenage girl stood in a white room.
Maybe sixteen years old.
Dark hair.
Brown eyes.
A half-moon mark on her ankle.
My blood stopped.
She looked directly into the camera.
And then...
she looked exactly like me.
Daniel whispered:
“Emily…”
I couldn't breathe.
Victoria smiled.
“Meet your daughter.”
I shook my head.
“My daughter is a baby.”
“No.”
Victoria laughed.
“She was born sixteen years ago.”
My mind shattered.
Sixteen years ago.
Before Elias.
Before Daniel.
Before the marriage.
Before everything.
I looked at my father.
“You said I had no children.”
He couldn't answer.
Victoria's voice echoed:
“Because your first child was taken before you even knew you were pregnant.”
I felt the room spin.
Daniel caught me.
“Emily.”
I pushed him away.
“My daughter…”
Victoria continued:
“She is the key to the final trust.”
I stared at the screen.
The girl looked terrified.
She whispered:
“Mom?”
I covered my mouth.
I couldn't breathe.
She knew me.
She called me Mom.
I stepped toward the monitor.
“I'm here.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Please…”
The screen went black.
Victoria's voice remained.
“You have one hour.”
“For what?”
“To bring me the black box.”
“And if I don't?”
A pause.
Then:
“Your daughter dies.”
The speakers went silent.
I turned toward my father.
“Take me to her.”
He looked at me.
“I can't.”
“You will.”
“I don't know where she is.”
“You do.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
I walked toward him.
“You stole my first child.”
“I saved her.”
“You stole my second.”
“I saved him.”
“You lied about my third.”
He closed his eyes.
“I was trying to save all of you.”
I whispered:
“You don't get to call this saving.”
He looked at me.
“Then what do you call it?”
I stared at him.
“War.”
Daniel stepped beside me.
“Then we fight.”
Alejandro joined us.
“Together.”
Claire stood slowly.
“I know where Victoria keeps the girl.”
Everyone looked at her.
“Where?”
Claire pointed toward the old church across the property.
“The chapel.”
My father shook his head.
“No.”
Claire looked at him.
“She kept her there.”
“Why?”
“Because the girl believes Victoria is her mother.”
My heart broke.
I whispered:
“My daughter doesn't know me.”
Claire shook her head.
“She knows your face.”
“How?”
“Victoria showed her photographs.”
“Why?”
“To make her hate you.”
I closed my eyes.
Sixteen years of lies.
Sixteen years stolen.
A daughter who thought I abandoned her.
A son who was stolen at birth.
Another child hidden from me.
I looked at Daniel.
“I want all three.”
He nodded.
“We'll get them.”
My father looked toward the chapel.
“You may not survive.”
I stared at him.
“Neither did the woman I used to be.”
Then I picked up the black box.
And for the first time...
I walked toward Victoria willingly.
Not as a maid.
Not as a victim.
Not as a mother begging for mercy.
But as the legal heir of the Castillo empire.
And I knew exactly what I was going to do.
I was going to take back every child they had stolen from me.
But as we reached the chapel, the doors opened by themselves.
Inside stood a teenage girl.
She looked at me.
Her eyes widened.
Then she whispered:
“Mom?”
I froze.
Behind her, Victoria appeared.
She smiled.
“Go ahead, Emily.”
She stepped aside.
“Meet the daughter you abandoned.”
I looked at the girl.
Tears streamed down her face.
“I waited sixteen years for you.”
My heart broke.
“I never abandoned you.”
Victoria smiled.
“She believes I am her mother.”
The girl looked between us.
Confused.
Terrified.
Then Victoria whispered something into her ear.
The girl's expression changed.
She reached for a gun.
And pointed it directly at me.
“I'm sorry, Mom.”
My blood froze.
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“I have to kill you.”
And behind her, Victoria smiled as if she had finally won.
