Part 2My Stolen Future

Jordi’s gaze softened as he looked at me, his small face filled with an unsettling tenderness.

“Sir, I can see the future,” he declared. “And in that future, I’m Lucy’s husband.”

“She will fall completely in love with me, so much that she’ll give up her life as an heiress just to be my wife.”

“And I love her more than anything. I was only taking her because I miss her so much.”

He lowered his long, dark lashes, a picture of manufactured vulnerability. To prove his point, he began reciting a string of deeply personal secrets about my family, things no outsider could possibly know.

My father’s eyes grew wider with each revelation, his face a mask of disbelief.

What he didn’t know was that I could see Jordi’s cheat sheet. The comments were scrolling frantically.

「Go, Jordi, go! He’s using our chat history to trick his future father-in-law! So smart!」

「Keep going, scare the old man straight! LMAO, I’ve got a whole folder of the Vance family’s dirty laundry right here.」

「My turn! My turn! Tell him his wife is a total softie behind closed doors!」

「Delete that, you idiot! He’ll get him killed! Jordi, Jordi, the password to the Vance family’s Swiss bank account is 123456. It’s all part of Lucy’s dowry.」

I choked on my milk, coughing until my face turned beet red. So that’s what it was. I wasn’t just seeing random comments; I was seeing his comments.

My dad patted my back anxiously, his brow furrowed as he studied the strange little boy.

Jordi, sensing an opportunity, pressed his advantage. “So, can you treat my sister now?” he pleaded. “She’s Lucy’s sister, too. In the future, Lucy will adore Lily.”

The comments eagerly agreed.

「He’s right! The FL doesn’t even resent Lily for stealing her identity. She insists that Lily stay with the family and be raised as her sister.」

「Poor little Lily. She grew up with every luxury, but she was so frail and sick. Not like our Lucy, who was strong enough to haul water barrels for work by age three.」

「But Lily is a good sister! She never looks down on Lucy for being a country bumpkin, and she even offers to share the company shares with her. She even lets Lucy have her amazing brother. Their love is a two-way street!」

I stared at the comments, wondering if I was hallucinating. How could they twist a vicious story of a cuckoo in the nest and call it a beautiful act of sisterly love?

This chat was seriously disturbed.

After I settled down, my dad actually began to consider Jordi’s request. I could see it on his face—father-daughter telepathy. The boy’s information was too accurate to ignore. And what was saving one life to a man like my father? He was one of the richest men in the world; money was no object.

But I refused to let my dad be played for a fool.

I let out a scream so piercing it could have shattered glass, startling my mother awake.