Chapter 1

The night before her engagement, my twin sister Jinx climbed out the window and ran.

The newborn twins — barely out of the incubator — were dumped into my bed.

My dad, Steve, planted himself in the doorway.

"These babies belong to mob boss Ethan Holt. You're going to marry him in your sister's place. Refuse, and this whole family dies."

I didn't say a word. I took a high-res photo of one baby's birthmark and posted it online.

Newborn twins. $50. Free shipping.

An hour later, someone kicked my front door clean off its hinges.

Three ridiculously good-looking men stormed in, and all three of them locked their eyes on me.

"Where is my child?"

Steve's legs gave out. He dropped to his knees with a thud.

"These kids have nothing to do with me!"

He jabbed a finger at the twins in the crib. "Jinx is the one who was sleeping around out there. Go find her!"

I watched him with cold eyes and reached over to adjust the windshield on the crib.

I recognized one of the men. Nate Cole — movie star.

Nate spoke first.

"Where's Jinx? She posted my ultrasound on Instagram and then vanished. What, does she think I'm dead?"

Standing beside Nate was billionaire Ryan Lux.

Ryan kicked a broken plastic stool out of the way, pulled out his phone, and shoved the screen in Nate's face.

"Mr. Cole. Check the date. When Jinx posted that ultrasound, she was on my yacht with me."

Nate stared at the screen. His face went pale.

"Enough."

Ethan Holt — the mob boss — pushed between them and walked to the crib.

He was holding a shipping receipt from a local delivery app. Printed on it was a photo of the red birthmark on the back of the baby's neck.

"You two got played. The birthmark Jinx sent me? Only someone from the Holt bloodline carries that mark."

Nate and Ryan both went still. They stared at the two babies in the crib.

I reached into my pocket and set a payment QR code on the table.

Then I pulled open the drawer and took out three medical tweezers, placing them on the table one by one.

"Line up."

I tapped the table. "Three hairs each. With the follicles attached."

Nate pointed a finger in my face. "Who the hell are you to order me around?"

"Rush processing fee is two thousand. Out of pocket."

I didn't look up. "Don't want to do it? Then get out."

Ryan stepped forward and stared at my face — the same face as Jinx.

"You think just because you look like her, I won't touch you?"

He raised his hand to flip the table.

"You all spent serious money tracking this birthmark down. You came all the way here for one reason — a paternity test."

I slid the tweezers forward. "You think flipping a table is going to tell you who the father is?"

Ryan's hand froze mid-air. His face cycled between pale and green.

Ethan looked at me for a long moment, then picked up the leftmost set of tweezers. In one clean motion, he pulled three hairs from his own temple and dropped them into the sterile bag I had ready.

"Three days for results."

I sealed the bag. "Until the results are in, don't come to my place causing trouble."

Steve was sprawled on the floor, screaming at me. "Olivia, you little bitch — how dare you talk to Mr. Holt like that!"

Ethan didn't even glance at him. The bodyguard pressed his foot down harder. Steve let out a shriek and passed out cold.