The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 82

'If it's not that pretty boy, could it be...me?' Dominick thought. He desperately waited for an answer.

Beside them, Marissa felt her heart leap into her throat. She had a strong feeling that Serena was indeed Dominick's daughter.

In truth, Marissa had suspected this possibility from the very beginning. But back then, her intuition hadn't been as strong, and more importantly, she hadn't wanted to admit it to herself.

When Paisley had flatly denied it, Marissa had chosen to believe her. But now, things seemed different. Marissa was terrified that Paisley, in her agitation, might reveal the truth.

The longing in Dominick's eyes was unmistakable. If Serena truly was his daughter, he would likely remarry Paisley.

'No,' Marissa thought. 'Absolutely not.'

As Marissa's thoughts spiraled into chaos, Paisley's cold voice cut through the air. "Who Rena's father is doesn't matter, but it certainly isn't you."

To completely crush Dominick's suspicions, she continued, "If you don't believe me, you can check for yourself. Rena is Type A."

Paisley had anticipated this moment long ago. When Serena was born, she had taken precautions, secretly arranging to have all of Serena's documentation changed from Type O to Type A.

Paisley's cold and direct denial extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Dominick's eyes. With his Type O and Paisley's Type B, they could never have a child with Type A blood.

'So the child really isn't mine...' Dominick thought. A wave of bitterness washed over his heart—the familiar ache of hope slipping through his fingers once again.

Meanwhile, Marissa finally felt the weight lift from her shoulders.

If Paisley dared to make such a claim, then even if Dominick investigated, the results would only confirm her story. In other words, the child truly wasn't Dominick's.

Without a child binding them together, the chances of their remarriage had significantly diminished.

"Didn't that fiery woman just say it? She willingly became the other woman."

"It's not that simple. Ms. Prescott and Mr. Vanderbilt grew up together—childhood sweethearts, you know. Their relationship was special. From what I heard, if Mr. Vanderbilt hadn't suddenly gotten married while Ms. Prescott was studying abroad, she might have been the one to become Mrs. Vanderbilt."

"That's right. The Vanderbilt family always thought highly of her."

"Fat lot of good that did her. He still married someone else, didn't he? And then, as soon as she comes back, Mr. Vanderbilt gets divorced. You can't tell me she had nothing to do with that."

Though the whispers were quiet, they carried just far enough for Marissa to hear. At that moment, the perfect image she had so carefully crafted over the years cracked.

Marissa shot Nathaniel a venomous glare, but he merely responded with a mocking smile before sauntering away.

'Damn you, Nathaniel. You've been a thorn in my side since high school. Just wait. This isn't over,' Marissa thought.