Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Elena’s POV

My throat clogged up as my eyes dropped in the DNA reports scattered across the floor. My knees buckled before even realized it, my body linking to the rug in a slow collapse, hands shaking as I reached In the top page.

The words blurred for a second, my vision swimming as forced myself to breathe,

Paternity Analysis: 99.98% match–Subject A: Sergel Morozov, Subject B. Evelina Morozov (now legally registered as Elena Kovalyova

My heart stuttered. I braced one hand against the floor and used the other to flip through the remaining sheets, desperate, frantic almost, like the truth might disappear if I didn’t verify it last mough.

And then I saw the photograph.

It was old, but clear enough that I froze the moment I laid eyes on it. A woman–tall, willowy, and heartbreakingly beautiful. Her features were sharp yet soft, like someone carved out of porcelain and breathed life into. She had a narrow jawline, high cheekbones, and long hair that tumbled over her shoulders in dark, effortless waves.

My breath caught.

Oh god, Theresemblance was… uncanny.

It was like staring into a minor. Same bone structure. Same mouth. Even the slight tilt of the head–familiar, instinctual. Her hair was the same thickness and texture as mine, the color identical in hue. The only difference was the eyes. Hers were a stormy grey. Mine weren’t

But that didn’t matter. She was my biological mother. There was no doubt.

So that’s how he knew.

I swallowed hard. I’d always wondered how Nikolai recognized me so easily. I mean, sure, there was some resemblance between me and Sergei We shared similar eyes–sharp, pale green–but beyond that? It had never felt like enough to justify his certainty

But this?

If Nikolai had seen this woman before, if she had ever meant anything to him–even in passing–it would’ve been enough. He had endetic memory so his mind was like a camera, snapping and cataloguing every detail with relentless clarity. One look at me, and he would have made the connection instantly

A fresh wave of nausea hit me.

Then my gaze fell to the ultrasound pictures tucked neatly between the pages. There were three of them, each with a date stamped on the side, and a small printed name at the top corner.

Patient Name: Evelina Morozov

Gestation: 11 weeks. Fetus developing normally.

I stared at it in stunned silence.

That was supposed to be me. That clump of shadows and pixelated grain on the ultrasound screen. That was the start of me

Except it wasn’t. Not really. I wasn’t Evelina. I was Elena. Elena Kovalyova. And my mother–my real mother–was standing in the same room, watching me, waiting

Waiting for me to say something.

My head jerked up slowly, eyes meeting hers. Her expression was tight, grief swimming in her gaze. Beatrix, My mother. The woman who’d raised me,

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tomforted me, held mo her every scraped knee and heartbreak.

She was trembling. And I realized then I wasn’t the only one whose world had been shattered.

I stood up with the documents still clutched in my hand, forcing my legs to cooperate even though they felt like paper. “Mom… I’m sorry”

My voice cracked.

Beatrix’s mouth tightened. “Sorry for what?” she asked, but it wasn’t a question. It was an accusation, “knew something was off You’ve been acting strange since this morning. But I never imagined this–this. Her voice splintered near the end “How could you hide something like this from me? You’ve nover kept secrets from me before.”

if only that were true.

Guilt stabbed through me like a hot from

“Sorry, Mom,” I whispered internally, but I didn’t say it out loud. There are so many things I’ve hidden from you.

I gripped the papers tighter, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” I said finally, my voice quiet. “Everything happened so fast. I only found out last night, I needed time to process it before 1–before I dragged you into this too.”

Beatrix’s breath hitched. She stared at me for another long moment, eyes scanning my face like she was trying to read between the lines. Then she exhaled, long and weary. “Tell me everything” she said. “Start from the beginning

I hesitated. Then looked toward Sorgel.

He was seated again, his elbows on the arms of the chair, watching my mother like she was a scientific anomaly. His gaze didn’t flicker when I glared at him. Just calm, Elinical observation. Like this was all part of an experiment and he was waiting to see if the subject would break.

I didn’t care.

Hignored him entirely as I reached out and gently tugged Mom toward the couch. She followed without resistance. I knelt in front of her once she sat still clutching her hands.

I didn’t care that there were three armed men still in the room. That one of them had beaten one of Nikolai’s men bloody. That Serge’s presence alone was dangerous. The only thing I cared about was her. My mother.

I bear losing everything. But not her.

I took a breath. “Last night, at the galla… Sergei showed up. He approached us directly and claimed to be my father.”

ghtly, and she looked over at him. Sergei didn’t even flinch. Just raised a brow.

Her mouth parted slightly.

a light squeeze.

Mom’s Fingers were cold in mine. She hadn’t blinked in a while. I gave her hand a L

Sho exhaled again, but then her eyes narrowed. “Why did you say Nikolai was using her?” she asked, her attention shiting sharply to Serpel. Her voice wasn’t trembling now–it was edged with steel.

My heart jumped at her words,

Sergei leaned back, folding his hands in his lap like he had all the time in the world. “Exactly that,” he said evenly. “He married her to spite me. One month before their wedding. Nikolai came to my office with a photograph of her–when she was five. Claimed she was alive. Said he knew where she was. He offered to give me her location if I agreed to a very… Inconvenient business deal”

Beatrix didn’t speak. Her throat bobbed, her pice hardening. Then she turned back to me.

“Is this true?”

I opened my mouth–then closed it again.

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My jaw clenched. Thated that he was right.

Next to me, Mom’s hand tightened in mine again

“How could you not tell me this immediately?” she whispered.

Hooked away, my shoulders curling slightly. “I didn’t know how,” Trumand

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