I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father

The sitting room of the hotel suite felt heavy with the residue of their failed attempt. Lottie and Brooke sat on the plush velvet sofa, their faces etched with disappointment. The air crackled with unspoken frustration.

"That stupid woman," Brooke hissed, her voice laced with venom. "If Ophelia had not interfered, we would have had that old woman eating out of our hands."

Lottie sighed, rubbing her temples. "I see that Ophelia will always be a thorn in our side. But we can’t let her deter us. We have to find another way."

Brooke’s eyes widened with panic. "But what if we don’t? What if we are unable to convince them that

I am not Maeve’s daughter? How are we supposed to cheat the DNA test? We are going to lose everything before we even have a whiff of it!" She shrieked.

The thought of losing the Welhaven fortune, the lavish lifestyle they had come to expect, sent a shiver of dread down Brooke’s spine. She had always believed that she was supposed to be very wealthy, and to find out that there was a lot of money waiting for Maeve Welhaven’s daughter? That money was rightfully hers, an inheritance that she deserved.

Lottie reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Brooke’s arm. "Don’t you worry, darling," she said, her voice laced with a grim determination. "I won’t let that happen. We will get that inheritance. We will pass that DNA test, I have not come all this way to lose."

Brooke looked at her mother, her eyes filled with a desperate hope. "But how, Mom? How can we be sure we will pass when we know the truth?"

Lottie’s lips curled into a thin, confident smile. "Leave that to me," she said, her voice laced with a chilling assurance. "I have a plan."