The Only Heir

Bella

My hands couldn't hold the weight of the sheet of paper and envelope anymore and they fell to the floor. I followed suit, sinking to the floor as well.

"What is it?" Bruce asked, his face etched with concern. "Is everything alright? What does it say?" He asked again, picking up the paper.

He read it really quickly and his mouth wouldn't close. "There must be a mistake. Mr. Rivera can't be my father," my voice trembled. "Tell me it's not true, Bruce. I fucked Hardin. It— can't be. Please tell me it's all a prank. Tell me!"

"I'm your brother?" Bruce asked and as soon as he did, I ran into the bathroom to throw up. I threw up until it felt like my organs were going to jump out as well.

I turned on the tap and bent over in the sink, watching the water mix with the colors of my makeup as I scrubbed hard over my face.

I sat on the floor, screaming my lungs out, wondering where I was going to go from here. I stopped suddenly and helped myself up.

I walked out and didn't find Bruce the