Chapter 9 - The DNA Bombshell: The Secret Selena Tried to Hide
Following the press conference, Flynn retreated to a cheap executive hotel suite
on the West Side, his personal phone ringing off the hook with calls from
creditors, debt collectors, and furious board members.
Selena paced the small room, biting her fingernails to the quick.
“We have to leave the country, Flynn!” Selena cried. “Take the trust money in
Switzerland and let’s fly to Dubai!”
“There is no money in Switzerland, you fool!” Flynn screamed, throwing an empty
glass against the wall. “Mabel locked every single offshore account! Everything
is gone! The only thing I have left is the family trust distribution for my
son!”
A sharp knock sounded at the hotel door.
Flynn ripped the door open, expecting room service. Instead, a process server
handed him a thick, certified legal envelope from the New York Department of
Forensic Genetics.
“What is this?” Flynn muttered, tearing open the seal.
Inside was an official DNA paternity test report ordered by Rachel Bennett as
part of the trust audit for minor dependents.
Flynn’s eyes scanned the document.
Child Name: Liam Croft.
Alleged Father: Flynn Vance.
Paternity Match Probability: 0.00%.
Biological Father: Marcus Reed (Former Personal Driver for Vance Holdings).
Flynn’s hands began to shake violently. The room seemed to tilt beneath his
feet.
He turned around slowly, his face drained of all color, staring at Selena with
eyes wide with horror.
“Flynn… what is it?” Selena asked, backing away toward the window.
“He’s not my son,” Flynn whispered, his voice cracking like thin ice. “Marcus…
my driver? You slept with my driver?”
Selena’s eyes darted frantically toward the door. “Flynn, listen to me! It was a
mistake! It only happened once when you were in London! But the baby I’m
carrying right now—this one is definitely yours! I swear to God it’s yours!”
“Get out,” Flynn choked out, clutching his chest as a wave of suffocating
humiliation washed over him. “GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!”
He collapsed onto his knees on the carpet, clutching his head, screaming in pure
agony as the realization hit him:
He had discarded his brilliant wife, disowned his legitimate daughter, and
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destroyed his multi-billion-dollar empire—all for a mistress who had played him
for a fool from the very beginning.
