Her Perfect Lie: The Empire Heiress

Chapter 115 – The Secret Hospital Files

James Barnett's hands trembled as he lifted the manila envelope from the floor of the dim archive room. Years of corporate documents, legal papers, and family records lay scattered around him-but these files were different. The official hospital letterhead, the faded stamps, and the meticulous handwriting all pointed to one horrifying truth: something had been deliberately hidden from him since birth.

He unfolded the first document. The words made his blood run cold: "Infant male, born 09/14/1980. Custody transferred to third-party adoption. Parents: Luther-Barnett. Reason: confidential."

Confidential. What did that mean? Who had taken him-or more precisely, who had taken his twin?

James sank into a chair. Dominic Reyes, the twin he'd just confronted in alleyways, wasn't merely a long-lost sibling; he had been erased, sold into a life that intersected dangerously with James' own. The pieces began to fit-the gaps in memory, the strangers greeting him as if he'd always been someone else.

Georgia arrived at the hospital with her PI, Lara, in tow. The building smelled of antiseptic and decay, a stark contrast to the secrets it held. Lara had found a side entrance that hadn't been used in decades, and together they navigated the labyrinth of dusty hallways and locked records rooms.

Inside, they discovered patient files, adoption logs, and even an old photograph showing two identical babies side by side-one marked as James, the other as "Custody Unknown."

Georgia felt a chill. "This isn't just a twin swap-it's a cover-up, a transaction. Someone profited from selling one of them... someone powerful."

The files also contained encrypted references, hospital authorization codes, and handwritten notes suggesting the involvement of a clandestine organization. James Barnett's life-and the life of his twin-was no accident. It had been orchestrated, and the puppeteers were still active.

Before James could absorb it all, a faint click echoed behind the filing cabinets. Shadows shifted. Georgia's breath caught.

A man in a dark coat stepped into the light, holding a folder identical to the one James had.

"I wouldn't dig any deeper if I were you," the man said, voice low and dangerous. "Some truths are meant to stay buried."

James clenched his fists. "I need to know everything. Who did this, and why?"

The man smiled-a cold, calculating curl. "You think you're uncovering a family secret. But in reality... you're walking straight into the game you were born into."

He disappeared down the hallway before James or Georgia could move, leaving a single question hanging in the stale hospital air:

Who orchestrated the sale of a twin, and how far would they go to ensure it stayed a secret?