My Sister Dumped Her Newborn on Me After Giving Birth, and Mom Made Me Pretend It's Mine. Then I Uncovered Why the Baby Is Worth Billions to Another Family.
The Unexpected Burden
“Tessa tomorrow. We are going to tell everyone that this baby is yours,” Victoria said coolly. As if asking for groceries.
Stella, 20, was studying law at a public university in Phoenix. For the first time, her future seemed her own.
In Luna’s room, a newborn slept, wrapped in a light - blue blanket. Luna had given birth the previous afternoon and left for London that morning.
“Are you out of your mind? That child isn’t mine. And I won’t take the blame,” Stella shouted. Stepping back from the bed.
Victoria stepped forward and grabbed Stella’s wrist firmly. “Luna has a future. You can take a break and raise the baby,” she said.
Henry stood silently in the doorway, avoiding Stella’s eyes by staring at the floor.
“What about my future? What happens to my hard work?” Stella demanded, holding back angry tears.
Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes. “Stop exaggerating. Luna is smart. We’ll find you a man later,” she replied.
Since childhood. Luna got special treatment. Lydia Stella got hand - me - downs. Took the fall for her sister’s mistakes.
“Who is the baby’s father?” Stella asked, looking straight into Victoria’s eyes.
Victoria’s calm face turned into a glare. “That’s none of your business. Stop asking,” she snapped.
The quick response made Stella suspect the answer was important. That night, she searched Luna’s room.
Searching for Answers
Stella couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the situation. That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, she quietly made her way to Luna's empty room.
She started rummaging through Luna's remaining things, hoping to find some answers. In the bottom pocket of a diaper bag, she felt something hard.
It was a burner phone, and to her surprise, it wasn't locked. She quickly turned it on and started scrolling through the messages.
Most of the recent texts were from a contact saved as “MR”. One message from Luna read, “If it's a boy, your family trust changes. I've checked the clauses.”
Stella's heart skipped a beat. She knew this was significant. The profile photo of “MR” was clear - it was Maxwell Reed.
In another exchange. Maxwell had written. “Stop accessing private files.” Luna had fired back. “You'll come for me. You see the baby's worth.”.
Stella realized that Luna hadn't just left on a whim. This was a well - thought - out plan.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the phone in her hand, trying to process it all. The baby was clearly at the center of a much larger plot.
She wondered what her parents knew about all this. Had they been in on Luna's scheme from the start?
As she stared at the phone, Stella knew she had to do something. She couldn't let her family use her and the baby for their gain.
She made up her mind. Tomorrow, she would take matters into her own hands and confront Maxwell Reed.
With a new sense of determination, she carefully put the phone in her pocket and left Luna's room.
Heading to the Source
Stella's mind raced with determination. She knew she had to expose the truth. So she decided to take the baby straight to the Reed Capital Daphne's headquarters.
She packed her ID, a few changes of clothes, and all her savings into a backpack. Then, she picked up the small baby and carried him out the front door.
On the street, she hailed a taxi. The cab driver asked, "Where are we heading today, miss?" Stella replied firmly, "Take us to San Diego, to the Reed Capital Daphne's corporate headquarters."
During the ride. The baby cooed softly. And Stella held him close. Thinking about the confrontation that awaited her.
Finally, they arrived at the massive glass tower. The front - desk security personnel stopped her, saying she needed an appointment to enter.
Stella carefully pulled back the corner of the baby's blue blanket, showing the guard the sleeping infant. "Please tell Maxwell Reed that I'm here with his son," she stated.
The guard looked surprised but picked up the phone to make the call. Stella waited nervously, bouncing the baby gently in her arms.
Five minutes later, she was escorted to an expansive executive office on the top floor. Maxwell Reed sat behind his dark mahogany desk.
Maxwell looked at her coldly and asked, "What do you want from me? Is this a money demand?" Stella replied, "I don't want your money. I want someone to take responsibility for this child."
She then laid out the whole situation. Showing him the text messages on the burner phone. Demanding a blood test to prove paternity.
As she spoke, her phone in her pocket started vibrating non - stop. She knew it was probably her parents, but she ignored it for now.
Maxwell listened intently, his expression hardening as he realized the gravity of the situation.
Stella took a deep breath, ready for whatever came next in this high - stakes confrontation.
Confrontation at the Office
Stella arrived at the corporate headquarters of Reed Capital Daphne with the baby. The security at the front desk wouldn't let her in without an appointment.
She pulled back the blanket to show the baby's face. Firmly said. “Please tell Maxwell Reed that I'm here with his son.”.
Five minutes later, she was in Maxwell's expansive executive office. He looked colder in person than in photos.
“What do you want? Is it money?” Maxwell asked, leaning against his desk.
“No, I want someone to take responsibility for this child. My family tried to ruin my life,” Stella answered truthfully.
She laid out the whole situation. Showed him the text messages on the phone. Demanding a blood test.
Just then, Stella's phone started vibrating non - stop. There were 27 missed calls from her parents.
A text from her mom read. “Bring the baby back or we'll call the cops. Say you kidnapped him.”.
Maxwell stepped over, clumsily picked up the crying baby, and said, “Save that text on your phone.”
A corporate attorney rushed in with a tablet. “Ms. Reed's family has made a public statement on social media,” he said.
Stella's mom had posted a tearful video claiming she'd stolen the baby. It also had an old, unflattering photo of her.
Stella felt her world shatter as she stared at the screen. Maxwell calmly told her not to respond publicly yet.
“Why not?” she asked, trembling with frustration. “This scheme might be bigger than we think,” Maxwell replied.
