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Chapter 1: History
Clarissa's POV
On my 18th birthday is when my world first came crumbling down around me. That's when I first discovered that my entire life had been a lie. My parents had chosen that day to tell me that I wasn't their biological child. I could have lived with that. If only that was as far as the lie had went.
I suppose I should've known since years ago that something wasn't right. There was no way my family should've been able to afford mansions in Los Angeles, Miami, New York, and Hawaii. Or all the BMW's, Mercedes, and Audi's we had. Or all the fancy clothes from famous high end designers. My dad always did say he ran a side business in addition to being a police officer. He never told me what it was though, only that one day it would all be mine.
All of my life he had prepped me to run this business without ever actually telling me what kind of business he did. I asked a million times but he never told me. Not until I turned 18 anyway.
It was a baby trafficking ring. Probably one of the largest bang trafficking networks in the country. Every years babies were stolen from hospitals and sold to couples willing to pay for a baby. Up until his death my father had been receiving 90% of the profits of this business.
There was a rival to my father's business. An equally large and profitable stolen baby ring. The owner's name was Lucas. He and my father developed a business strategy together. If I were to marry Lucas's son Joshua then our families could combine the two business into one.
I hated the arrangement and so did he. I had to say though that after spending time with him we did begin to fall in love. He was sweet, loving, and caring. I could see myself with him for the rest of my life. So at the age of 20 I married him and less then a year later I gave birth to our first child. A boy named Joshua Anderson III. Our parents couldn't have been more thrilled. We had married, combined the businesses, and gave birth to an heir.
I wasn't happy though. I hated what my father and father in law were doing. I didn't dare voice my true thoughts on the matter but the truth was that I didn't want anything to do with my father's baby stealing business. It wasn't right. I tried my best to not think of all the families that were affected by what he did.
Then my father fell ill with lung cancer. All those years of smoking cigars had finally caught up to him I guess. He died two months after I gave birth to my second child. A girl named Sofia. Just when I thought my world couldn't shatter anymore my father gave me some more devastating news. I was a stolen baby. When my mother couldn't get pregnant he had one of his workers bring some stolen babies to look at and that's how I was chosen. I was a black market baby.
Then three months after that my husband's father died in a car accident. It became official. We were the new owners of our parents' baby stealing business. I tried to think of numerous ways to get out but I couldn't think of one where my family and I would get out alive.
All of this has led up to where I am now. Boarding a plane to Washington. A couple of weeks ago I gave a sample of my DNA to the best geneticists that money could afford. According to my DNA I was 50% Quileute. So at least one of my parents came from a small Native American reservation near Forks, Washington. My husband, being the supportive man he is, supported my crazy spur of the moment decision to purchase a house in Forks to learn more about my heritage. I was only 25 years old and I was already pregnant with our third child. So maybe it was crazy to uproot but I didn't care.
There was just one nagging question at the back of my mind. What about the other 50% of my genetics? The results had come back inconclusive so they were going to do more tests.
Just how can 50% of my heritage be inconclusive?
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