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Stripped into Destiny

Switched at birth and raised in poverty, Alexa Moore learns of her true identity, only to be rejected by her wealthy biological parents. Desperate to support her adoptive family, she becomes a high-end stripper and shares one unforgettable night with a mysterious man, Miles, who disappears after paying her a fortune. Five years later, Alexa returns as the youngest female CEO, unknowingly partnering with Miles. But secrets resurface when her son, born from that night, is kidnapped while searching for his father. As the world watches, Alexa fights for her child and destiny reunites her with the man she never forgot.
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Chapter 3

“I refuse to accept you!”

The little girl bolted upright, her chest heaving. Cold sweat dripped down her temples as goosebumps pricked her arms. In her panic, she twisted and tumbled off the bed, hitting the wooden frame with a dull thud.

Pain shot through her side, but it was nothing compared to the sting of the voice still echoing in her ears.

Her door flew open.

“What happened?!” her mother cried, rushing into the room. She dropped to her knees, frantically checking for injuries.

“Jonah!” she called out.

He appeared seconds later, alarmed. “Alexa? What is it?”

The girl clung to both of them as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Another nightmare?” her father asked softly, stroking her back. She nodded.

Outside, the morning sun began to rise. But inside Alexa, the shadow of rejection still lingered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” her mother asked gently, brushing Alexa’s hair with slow, calming strokes

The little girl gave a sad smile and shook her head. It was a quiet refusal, but her mother understood.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Study well,” she said softly, placing a light kiss on Alexa’s cheek.

Just as Alexa turned to leave, her mother called out, “Oh wait!”

She disappeared into the room and returned with a small, transparent plastic bag. Inside were two test tubes, each holding a differently colored strand of hair.

“Your project,” she said, handing it over.

Alexa’s eyes lit up—her first real smile of the day. She kissed her mother quickly on the cheek before dashing out the door.

“Don’t miss the bus!” her mother called after her, smiling to herself as the door closed.

“And what’s got my beautiful wife smiling like that?”

Maria jumped slightly at the familiar voice.

“Oh, you startled me,” she said, laughing softly as she walked toward the couch. Jonah followed, draping his arm around her shoulders.

“I’m just so proud of our daughter,” she continued. “She’s growing into such a smart, beautiful girl.”

Jonah smiled. “She’s got that look, doesn’t she? Almost part Asian. Those fox eyes and that pouty little mouth.”

Maria chuckled. “Apart from her skin tone, she doesn’t really look like either of us. That’s what people say anyway.”

Jonah shrugged. “People will always talk.”

They settled into the couch, the room filled with the quiet hum of a movie. The moment felt peaceful, perfect.

A while later, Jonah kissed her on the forehead and headed off to work. Maria stayed behind, quietly tidying the house, a faint smile still lingering—though a flicker of doubt now hid behind her eyes.

At School

During class, the homeroom teacher walked in carrying a stack of papers and set them down on her desk.

“Alright, everyone,” she said, straightening the papers, “these are the reports from the school lab. Nothing to worry about—they're just part of our routine procedures to ensure student safety and identification.”

The students glanced at each other, murmuring curiously.

Later, as the school day came to an end, the teacher addressed the class in a gentler tone.

“Before you head home, please collect your reports and make sure to show them to your parents.”

One by one, the students approached the desk, taking their individually labeled envelopes. The teacher checked each name carefully before handing them out.

When Alexa stepped forward, the teacher smiled and reached for her report. But as she glanced at the name and contents, her smile faded. A crease formed between her brows.

“Hmm… Alexa, would you mind if I held on to yours until tomorrow?” she said with a strained smile. “I think there may have been a small mistake.”

Alexa blinked, confused, but nodded. The teacher placed the envelope aside, her fingers lingering on it longer than necessary.

As Alexa stepped into their spotless home, she called out, “Mom?”

She found Maria in the kitchen corner, speaking quietly into the phone.

“Yes, Miss Bell… I understand… Oh—she’s right here.” Maria turned with a faint, uneasy smile and hung up.

“How was school?” she asked, not moving from her spot or offering her usual help with Alexa’s bag.

Surprised but assuming her mom was busy, Alexa shrugged off her backpack and went to join her in the kitchen. She began helping with dinner prep, but Maria’s eyes kept flicking toward her.

At first, Alexa ignored it. But after a while, the stares felt heavy.

“I’ll go change out of my uniform,” she said quietly, turning to leave.

“Your homeroom teacher just called,” Maria said, her voice too casual. “She mentioned a mistake in your lab report?”

Alexa nodded. “Yeah… she said she’d fix it.”

“Did you see the report yourself?” Maria’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Alexa shook her head, lips pouting a little.

Maria didn’t press further. “Alright, go change,” she said, her voice distant as she returned to stirring the soup—though her mind was clearly elsewhere.

During dinner

The table was unusually quiet, as the only sounds were the clicking of cutlery, the wall clock ticking filled the room.

In the silence, Jonah noticed Maria's unusual stare at Alexa from time to time, as the little girl ate her food slowly.

“Uhmm…uhmm!” He called their attention as they both stared at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. Jonah pulled a small, wrapped box from his pocket and handed it to Alexa. Inside was a delicate watch with a simple strap.

Maria raised an eyebrow, though a small smile crept onto her lips. “What’s the occasion?”

“Why not?” Jonah grinned, handing it to Alexa. “Our girl topped her class again!” smiling sincerely at Alexa who still didn't understand the situation.

Maria clapped gently, pride softening her gaze. “That’s wonderful, sweetheart. You worked hard.”

After Dinner

“Go to bed honey” Jonah kissed Alexa's cheek before sending her to her bedroom as it was already past her bedtime, while he helped his wife in the kitchen.

The kitchen was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft clinking of dishes as Maria wiped down the counter. Dinner was over, Alexa had gone up to her room, and the house was wrapped in a gentle stillness.

Jonah leaned back in his chair, sipping the last of his tea as he scrolled through his phone.

Maria paused, glancing toward the staircase as if expecting Alexa to come back down. Her fingers twisted the dish towel unconsciously.

“Jonah…” she said softly, her voice laced with hesitation.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up right away.

She cleared her throat. “Have you… noticed anything strange about Alexa lately?”

That made him lift his eyes. “Strange how?”

Maria took a breath. “Just... little things. Her features. Her personality. She’s so different from us—like she doesn’t quite fit. And today at school, her teacher called. Something about her biology test. They’re rechecking her results. She seemed... off.”

Jonah raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Maria, come on. She’s a kid. A brilliant, curious, sometimes moody kid. That’s what growing up looks like.”

“I know that,” she replied, quieter now. “But don’t you ever feel like something’s… off? Like we’re missing something?”

Jonah stood, walking over to her. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“She’s our daughter. We raised her, loved her. That’s all that matters.”

“But what if—”

“No ‘what ifs,’ Maria,” he said firmly, brushing a kiss to her temple. “You worry too much.”

He smiled and turned toward the living room, disappearing behind the hum of the television.

Maria remained by the sink, gripping the edge of the counter, her heart far from calm. She stared at the empty stairway, unease curling in her stomach like a slow-moving storm.

Something was wrong.

And Jonah just didn’t want to see it.

The next day

Everything returned back to normal, as her mother woke her up early to prepare for school as they chatted a little while brushing Alexa's hair.

At School

Alexa stepped into the classroom, clutching her books tightly to her chest. The usual morning buzz of her classmates barely registered as she made her way to her seat. Something felt… different.

She paused. The homeroom teacher, Miss Bell, stood near the whiteboard—still and stiff. Her eyes locked onto Alexa the moment she entered. Not in the usual way, not with her familiar warmth or distracted professionalism. There was hesitation… concern… something unreadable.

“Good morning, Miss Bell,” Alexa greeted politely, offering a shy smile.

Miss Bell blinked, her lips parting like she was about to respond—then closing again. She gave a stiff nod. “Morning, Alexa,” she said, almost too quickly.

Confused, Alexa continued to her seat. Whispers filled the corners of the classroom, but no one looked directly at her. That was strange too. Usually, she was the center of compliments for her neat hair or test scores.

She slid into her chair, casting a quick glance back at Miss Bell.

The teacher was still watching her—eyes flicking from Alexa’s face… to her hair… then to the test report folder tucked beneath her clipboard. She clutched it tighter.

Alexa’s brows furrowed. What was going on?

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