I just, I don’t know why Ashleigh bailed.
Dad never explained.
Actually, once, he told me that she was nothing more than a surrogate. That he wanted a baby so badly, he had a woman offer to help him.
But the fact he cut ties with her and never even gave me a picture—it’s weird. And the way he always would change the subject when I brought her up, suspicious.
There is a photo of Ashleigh on page seven of the report, and I inhale sharply.
She has my blue eyes. Her hair is darker than mine, almost black, which is a stunning contrast to her eyes. I’d almost think she’s wearing colored contacts if I didn’t have the same eye color.
We share the same jaw structure, her face eerily similar, and I exhale heavily.
My hands tremble as I turn the page, trying to see what else there is to know.
Reason for request: Family history, Antonio Moretti correlation.
What the hell?
Antonio Moretti, as in the Antonio Moretti who is Liam’s father?
Liam, the guy who drives me absolutely bonkers and whom I kissed a few weeks ago when he accidentally found his way to my dorm room.
My stomach falls out of my stomach as I slam the file closed.
Are we related?
I drop the file like it’s on fire and hang my head, nausea sweeping over me.
“No.” This cannot be happening.
I’ve been catching feelings for Liam.
I knew it was trouble.
Those damn tarot cards warned me to stay away from him.
It’s not like I have his phone number or his address. Although, I’m well aware that he attends Evergreen University and I’m at Great Falls College.
Which means no accidentally running into him on campus.
Except for when he showed up unannounced and uninvited at my dorm room after one of his hockey games.
Coincidence?
Doubtful.
But what are the odds that he knew it was my room? He acted as surprised as I felt when I dragged him inside.
He was making a lot of noise, and I don’t need anyone spreading rumors. It’s hard enough when your father is a billionaire and is on the news far too often for his sports involvement.
Dad had to buy the Ice Dragons team because retiring wasn’t an option for him.
It shouldn’t matter to me.
He made it clear to the news and the media that I was off-limits.
I’ve always been off-limits to them, and they’ve mostly kept me out of the papers. He’s done a good job of shielding me from the paparazzi.