He Was Ashamed Of My Dress And Hid Me At His Own Office Party—His Boss’s Reaction To My Necklace Ended His Career

Red fingerprints remained on my skin.

Alexander saw them.

So did Margaret.

The billionaire’s older sister looked as though she had seen a ghost.

She stared at the old necklace hanging against my dress.

Her lips trembled.

Then she whispered one word.

“Amelia.”

I heard it clearly.

I had no idea what it meant.

My name is Sofia Mercer.

I was thirty-three years old.

Until that night, I believed I knew almost everything important about my life.

I knew I had been found after a fire when I was a small child.

I knew I had no memory of my biological parents.

I knew Teresa Alvarez had raised me.

I knew she had loved me.