The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 536

The truth hit Cordelia like a freight train. Her mother was not called Allison and was, in fact, the real

Alana all along.

Decades had passed when the emerald ring resurfaced, this time on the finger of a woman named

Samantha. By then, Alana had climbed her way to the top of the business world, so dealing with a

fledgling celebrity was child's play for her. But when she realized she had targeted the wrong person in

her vendetta, she doubled down on her true niece, the real Alana’s daughter. She made sure the girl

couldn’t return home for three years, separating her from her lover. Whatever pain Alana had endured,

she was determined to inflict it tenfold on the girl.

Cordelia's eyes brimmed with tears as she sat silently in the diner, lost in her thoughts. "Who are you?"

Cordelia finally asked the elderly man opposite her.

"I'm a friend of your grandfather, Seth. I visit him often. He can’t speak, but each visit, he slips me a

note detailing all that has happened. I've always pretended not to know how he became paralyzed. I

found you when I heard about Alana’s revenge against you, Miss Savannah."

"Savannah?" Cordelia echoed, surprised.

"Yes, that’s the name August and the imposter Alana had chosen for their child. Alana might have

smiled, but inside, she was seething with jealousy. She had a good man who loved her sister, but not

her. That only fueled her thirst for revenge."

Cordelia sat in silence once more, grappling with the surreal twist that she was the protagonist of this

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Resting her forehead against her hands, she took a moment before asking the old man, "Is she...

alright?"

"Who?"

"Alana's sister. My..." She swallowed the last two words.

"Not good. She’s in a bad state, half-destroyed by Alana's torment and the loss of her child. If not for

her hope of a reunion with her daughter, she might have given up long ago," the old man said,

removing his glasses to wipe away tears.

A sob escaped Cordelia as she cried openly. This was a stark contrast to the time when Allison claimed

to be her mother, when her heart had felt nothing. But now, her heart ached with a raw, tearing pain.

"Why are you looking for me?" Cordelia managed to ask through her tears.

"Seth said that with his eldest daughter in such a state and his younger daughter being heartless, the

only person he could trust was you. He wants to leave you his entire fortune, well over twenty billion, all

stored in a Swiss bank. The password, he only wants you to know. So, you’ll need to come to England

with me," the old man continued.

Twenty billion was an unimaginable sum to Cordelia.

Though the money had saved Seth's life because Alana valued wealth above all else, Cordelia herself

didn't care for it. Her mind was a whirlwind of chaos. She felt sympathy for the real Alana and

wondered about her father, August.

"Hasn’t anyone called the police? Over the years, Alana’s crimes have been too numerous to count."

she gripped her hands tightly.

"Alana’s very skilled at covering her tracks. Even when people know of her deeds, they can’t find

evidence. Besides, she's bought the silence of all her household staff. I'm powerless with just Seth's

notes; they prove nothing."

Cordelia was aware of Alana's cunning. In recent years, she had done things that left no trace for

anyone to follow.

"Do I have to go?" she asked again.

"Yes, you must."

"Give me some time to think."