One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 191: Chapter 191
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The gala had barely cooled. The jasmine still lingered in the air. The candles from the Queen of Hearts tribute still flickered in the entryway.
That was when the doorbell rang.
Arielle, still wrapped in a silk robe, opened it to find a woman in her late forties—hair sleek, eyes sharp, with a face that felt eerily familiar.
“Hello, Arielle.”
Arielle froze. Her hands clenched slowly. “Giselle.”
“I need to talk to you. It’s… about one of the children.”
The living room was quiet. Damien sat beside Arielle, his hand locked in hers like armor.
Giselle didn’t waste time. “Before you and Damien officially got back together, you and I—well, we both know there was a moment. A fragile one.”
Arielle said nothing, face unreadable.
Giselle swallowed. “One of the children… may not be Damien’s. And I have proof.”
She handed over an envelope. Inside, a DNA test request. Confidential. Unprocessed.
Damien’s face remained calm. Too calm.
“Why now?” he asked.
Giselle’s voice cracked. “Because the child reached out. They wanted to know their roots.”
That night, the house didn’t sleep.
The children knew something was off. Tension saturated the air. Julian caught Arielle wiping silent tears in the kitchen. Zane noticed Damien gripping his whiskey glass a little too hard.
Skylar cornered Aiden. “Did someone die?”
“No,” Aiden said. “But something did change.”
The next morning, Arielle gathered them all.
Not with fury. Not with shame. But with honesty.
“There’s a possibility one of you has a different biological father.”
Eight stunned faces.
Julian stood first. “It doesn’t change who we are.”
Zane added, “We’re not made by blood. We’re made by love.”
But then, one voice cracked through the silence.
Ava.
“It’s me,” she whispered.
Gasps. Frozen stillness.
“I’ve always wondered. Why I felt different. Why I look a bit unlike the rest.”
Damien stood.
Walked to her.
And kneeled.
“You are my daughter. Not maybe. Not partially. Not hypothetically. You are mine.”
He hugged her. Long. Tight. Fierce.
Ava cried. So did Arielle.
And the others followed.
Later that evening, Ava found Giselle waiting outside the gate.
“I’m sorry,” Giselle said softly. “I never meant to cause harm. I just… couldn’t go on not knowing.”
Ava nodded. “Thank you for the truth. But my family? It’s here.”
And she walked back into the warmth of the home that made her whole.
In bed that night, Arielle whispered to Damien, “Do you forgive me?”
He kissed her temple.
“There was never a question.”
That was when the doorbell rang.
Arielle, still wrapped in a silk robe, opened it to find a woman in her late forties—hair sleek, eyes sharp, with a face that felt eerily familiar.
“Hello, Arielle.”
Arielle froze. Her hands clenched slowly. “Giselle.”
“I need to talk to you. It’s… about one of the children.”
The living room was quiet. Damien sat beside Arielle, his hand locked in hers like armor.
Giselle didn’t waste time. “Before you and Damien officially got back together, you and I—well, we both know there was a moment. A fragile one.”
Arielle said nothing, face unreadable.
Giselle swallowed. “One of the children… may not be Damien’s. And I have proof.”
She handed over an envelope. Inside, a DNA test request. Confidential. Unprocessed.
Damien’s face remained calm. Too calm.
“Why now?” he asked.
Giselle’s voice cracked. “Because the child reached out. They wanted to know their roots.”
That night, the house didn’t sleep.
The children knew something was off. Tension saturated the air. Julian caught Arielle wiping silent tears in the kitchen. Zane noticed Damien gripping his whiskey glass a little too hard.
Skylar cornered Aiden. “Did someone die?”
“No,” Aiden said. “But something did change.”
The next morning, Arielle gathered them all.
Not with fury. Not with shame. But with honesty.
“There’s a possibility one of you has a different biological father.”
Eight stunned faces.
Julian stood first. “It doesn’t change who we are.”
Zane added, “We’re not made by blood. We’re made by love.”
But then, one voice cracked through the silence.
Ava.
“It’s me,” she whispered.
Gasps. Frozen stillness.
“I’ve always wondered. Why I felt different. Why I look a bit unlike the rest.”
Damien stood.
Walked to her.
And kneeled.
“You are my daughter. Not maybe. Not partially. Not hypothetically. You are mine.”
He hugged her. Long. Tight. Fierce.
Ava cried. So did Arielle.
And the others followed.
Later that evening, Ava found Giselle waiting outside the gate.
“I’m sorry,” Giselle said softly. “I never meant to cause harm. I just… couldn’t go on not knowing.”
Ava nodded. “Thank you for the truth. But my family? It’s here.”
And she walked back into the warmth of the home that made her whole.
In bed that night, Arielle whispered to Damien, “Do you forgive me?”
He kissed her temple.
“There was never a question.”
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