Here is the complete, expanded 10-part story, titled and written in English. Each part unfolds the drama, mystery, and eventual happy ending for you and your newfound daughters.

The next forty-eight hours were a blur of desperation, hospital waiting rooms, and aggressive legal maneuvers.

Maya was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit. The doctors informed me that her heart condition—viral cardiomyopathy—had gone untreated for far too long due to poverty and stress. She needed specialized surgery, an expensive procedure that the public hospital was ill-equipped to handle immediately.

I didn’t hesitate. I transferred Maya to the top private cardiovascular center in the state, footing the entire bill myself. I took Lily and Mia into my penthouse apartment, buying them new clothes, setting up a room for them, and hire a full-time, trusted nanny to ensure their absolute safety while I began my war against my mother and Victoria.

To win this fight, I needed evidence. I hired Julian Reed, a ruthless private investigator and an old friend from college.

“It didn’t take long to dig up the paper trail, Ethan,” Julian said, tossing a thick manila folder onto my desk in my private office two days later. “Victoria and your mother didn’t just lie; they committed felony fraud.”

I opened the folder. Inside were bank transfers dated seven years ago.

“When Maya got pregnant,” Julian explained, pointing at the documents, “your mother panicked. She didn’t want an ordinary girl from a modest background inheriting part of the Vance fortune. So she partnered with Victoria, whose family held major shares in your firm’s primary supplier. Victoria paid off Maya’s landlord to evict her, forged a police report claiming you died in a fatal crash, and bribed a local doctor to give Maya a fake medical report claiming her baby wouldn’t survive if she stayed in the city.”

My fists clenched so hard my knuckles turned white. “They terrorized a pregnant woman into fleeing.”

“It gets worse,” Julian continued. “Over the last seven years, Maya tried to mail five different letters to your personal office address. Every single one was intercepted by Victoria, who was acting as your executive assistant at the time. Victoria burned the letters, but her assistant at the time kept copies as insurance. I bought those copies off her this morning.”

I held the photocopied letters in my hands. Maya’s handwriting was unmistakable. In the letters, she spoke of her love for me, her sorrow over my supposed death, and eventually, her realization that something wasn’t right. In her last letter, written two years ago, she wrote: “If Ethan is really gone, why do I see his firm’s name on new buildings every day? If he is alive, why did he abandon us?”

Tears of rage choked my throat. Maya had thought I abandoned her. For seven long years, she believed I was either dead or a heartless monster who didn't care about my own flesh and blood.

“Where is Victoria now?” I asked, my voice cold as ice.

“She’s hiding at her family’s estate,” Julian replied. “And your mother is calling an emergency board meeting for tomorrow morning. She’s planning to vote you out as CEO of Vance Architecture, claiming you are mentally unstable and unfit to lead.”