A Young Millionaire Finds an Unconscious Girl with Twins: The Shocking Truth Destroys Him

A young billionaire rescues an unconscious girl clinging to two twin babies in a winter plaza. But when she wakes up in his mansion, a shocking secret changes everything.

Jack Morrison watched the snow fall through the wide windows of his penthouse in the Morrison Tower. The digital clock on his desk read 11:47, but the young billionaire had no intention of going home. At 32 years old, he was used to lonely nights of work—a routine that had helped him triple the fortune his parents had left him in just five years.

His blue eyes reflected the city lights as he massaged his temples, trying to fight off the fatigue. The latest financial report was still open on his laptop, but the words were starting to blur before his eyes. He needed some fresh air. He grabbed his Italian cashmere coat and headed to the garage, where his Aston Martin awaited him.

The night was exceptionally cold, even by New York’s December standards. The car’s thermometer read -5°C (23°F), and the forecast warned that temperatures would drop even lower through the night.

Jack drove aimlessly for a few minutes, letting the gentle purr of the engine calm him. His thoughts wandered between numbers, charts, and the loneliness he’d been feeling lately. Sara, his housekeeper for over a decade, often insisted he needed to open himself up to love, as she liked to put it. But after the disaster of his last relationship with Victoria—a high-society woman only interested in his wealth—Jack had chosen to focus exclusively on business.

Without realizing it, he ended up near Central Park.

The place was completely deserted at that hour, except for a few maintenance workers under the yellow glow of the streetlamps. Snow continued to fall in thick flakes, creating an almost surreal landscape.
“Maybe a walk will help,” he muttered to himself. As he parked the car, the icy air hit his face like tiny needles. His Italian shoes sank into the soft snow as he walked along the park paths, leaving footprints that were quickly filled in by fresh snowfall.

The silence was nearly absolute, broken only by the occasional crunch of his footsteps. That’s when he heard it.
At first, he thought it was just the wind—but there was something more: a faint, nearly imperceptible sound that triggered all his instincts.
Crying.

Jack stopped, trying to pinpoint where it came from. The sound came again, clearer this time—from the playground.
His heart raced as he approached cautiously.

The playground was completely covered in snow. Swings and slides looked like ghostly structures under the dim streetlights. The crying grew louder. It was coming from behind some snow-covered bushes. Jack circled around the vegetation—and his heart nearly stopped.

There, partially buried by the snowfall, lay a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than six years old and wore only a thin coat—completely inadequate for this weather. But what shocked him most was that she was clutching two small bundles to her chest.

“Babies… my God,” he gasped, immediately kneeling in the snow. The girl was unconscious, her lips a terrifying shade of blue.
With trembling fingers, he checked her pulse. It was weak, but there.

The babies started to cry louder as they sensed movement. Without wasting a second, Jack took off his coat and wrapped all three children in it.
He pulled out his phone, his hands shaking so much he almost dropped it.

“Dr. Peterson, I know it’s late, but this is an emergency,” his voice was tense and controlled.
“I need you to come to my mansion immediately. No, not for me. I found three children in the park. One is unconscious.”
“Yes, right now.”

Then he called Sara. Even after all these years, he was still amazed at her ability to pick up on the first ring, no matter the time.

“Sara, I need you to prepare three warm rooms immediately and set aside clean clothes. No, they’re not guests. I’m bringing three children—a girl about six years old and two babies.
Yes, you heard me right. I’ll explain when I arrive. And Sara, call the nurse who treated me when I broke my arm—Mrs. Henderson.”

Very carefully, Jack lifted the small group into his arms. The girl was alarmingly light, and the babies—who looked like twins—couldn’t be more than six months old. He managed to return to his car, grateful that he’d chosen a model with a spacious back seat.
He cranked the heat to full blast and drove as fast as the conditions allowed toward his mansion on the outskirts of the city.

Every few seconds, he glanced in the rearview mirror to check on the children. The babies had calmed down a little, but the girl remained motionless.
His mind swirled with questions. How had these children ended up there? Where were their parents? Why was a little girl alone with two infants on a night like this?
Something was very wrong with this story.

The Morrison Mansion was a grand three-story Georgian-style estate spanning more than 20,000 square feet.
As Jack passed through the wrought iron gates, he saw many lights were already on. Sara stood at the main door, her gray hair in its usual bun and a robe over her nightgown.

“Heavens,” she exclaimed upon seeing Jack carrying the children. “What happened?”

“I found them in Central Park,” he answered quickly as he entered. “Are the rooms ready?”

“Yes, I’ve prepared the pink suite and the two adjacent rooms on the second floor. Mrs. Henderson is on her way.”

Jack climbed the marble stairs, Sara close behind him.

The pink suite, named for its soft pink and cream décor, was one of the most comfortable rooms in the mansion. Jack laid the little girl on the large canopy bed while Sara tended to the babies.

“I’ll give these little ones a warm bath,” said the housekeeper. Her years of experience with children were evident in her confident movements.

“Will the doctor be here soon?”
“Yes, he should be—” The doorbell interrupted him. “That must be him now.”

Dr. Peterson was a man in his sixties and had been the Morrison family doctor since Jack was a child. Despite the late hour and the urgency of the call, he wore his usual impeccable gray suit.

“Where are the patients?” he asked as he opened his medical bag.

Jack led him to the pink suite, where the girl remained unconscious. The doctor examined her thoroughly, checking her vital signs and temperature.

“Mild hypothermia,” he diagnosed. “She’s lucky. A few more hours in that cold…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but Jack understood the implication.

Shortly afterward, Mrs. Henderson, a stout, middle-aged nurse with a kind smile, arrived. Together with Sara, she looked after the twins, who, surprisingly, were in better shape than the older girl.

“It’s extraordinary,” commented Dr. Peterson after examining the babies. “They’re just a little cold. The girl must have used her own body to shield them from the cold. A remarkable act of bravery for someone so young.”

Jack felt a lump in his throat. What could have driven a child to such desperate and selfless behavior?

The next few hours passed slowly. Mrs. Henderson stayed with the twins in the adjoining room, where Sara had improvised two cribs. Jack refused to leave the girl’s side, watching her pale face as she slept. There was something about her that stirred a protective instinct in him unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Around 3 a.m., the girl began to stir—at first, just faint movements and twitching eyelids. Suddenly, her bright green eyes flew open, wide with fear.

She tried to sit up abruptly, but Jack gently held her down.
“Easy, little one,” he said softly. “You’re safe now.”

“The babies!” she cried out in a panic. “Where are Mayen and Yen?”

Jack was startled to hear their names.
“They’re fine,” he quickly reassured her. “They’re sleeping in the room next door. My housekeeper and a nurse are taking care of them.”

The girl seemed to relax a bit at this, but her eyes still darted around the luxurious room in confusion. The soft pink walls, elegant furniture, and silk curtains only deepened her disorientation.

“Where… where am I?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“You’re in my house,” Jack replied gently. “My name is Jack Morrison. I found you and the babies in the park. You fainted in the snow.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“Can you tell me your name?”

She hesitated, biting her lower lip. Her eyes flicked toward the door, as if weighing her chances of escape.

“It’s okay,” Jack assured her. “No one will hurt you here. We just want to help.”

“Lily,” she finally whispered—so softly Jack barely heard it.

“What a beautiful name, Lily,” he said, smiling in a reassuring tone. “How old are you?”

“Six,” she answered hesitantly.

“And the babies? Emma and Yen, right? They’re your siblings?”

Mentioning the babies seemed to reignite Lily’s panic.

“I need to see them,” she cried, trying to sit up again.

“They’re fine,” Jack said, gently holding her shoulders. “But you need to tell me what happened, Lily. Where are your parents?”

The girl’s face contorted in pure terror, sending a chill down Jack’s spine.

“I can’t go back,” she cried, clutching his arm with surprising strength. “He’ll hurt them again—that bad dad. Please, don’t let him take the babies.”

Sara, who had just entered with a tray of hot chocolate, exchanged a concerned glance with Jack.

“No one will hurt you here, Lily,” Jack promised, taking her trembling hand.
“You’re safe now. All of you are.”

Lily broke down into silent sobs. Large tears rolled down her pale cheeks. Sara set the tray on the nightstand and approached with a tissue.

“Sweetheart,” she said gently, “you must be hungry. Would you like some hot chocolate? Then you can see the babies—I promise.”

The mention of food seemed to awaken something in Lily. Her stomach growled audibly, and she blushed.

“I haven’t eaten in a long time,” she admitted timidly.

Jack felt a surge of anger. How long had this child gone without proper food?

“Sara, could you bring her something light? Maybe some soup?”

“Of course. I’ll be right back,” the housekeeper replied, giving Lily a warm, motherly look before leaving.

As Lily sipped the hot chocolate in small, careful gulps, Jack watched her closely. Now that she was awake, he noticed some unsettling details he hadn’t seen before. Faint yellowish bruises marked her arms, visible under the borrowed pajamas. Her cheeks were sunken for a child her age, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

Sara returned with a tray of vegetable soup and fresh bread. The delicious aroma made Lily squirm with anticipation, but she waited politely while Sara set everything up.

“Eat slowly,” Sara instructed kindly. “Your stomach needs to get used to food again.”

As the girl ate, Jack and Sara exchanged meaningful glances. There was clearly much more to this story than they had imagined, and Lily’s words about a “bad dad” echoed ominously in Jack’s mind.

After finishing the soup, Lily began to show signs of fatigue but still insisted on seeing the babies.

“Just a quick look,” Jack relented. “Then you need to rest.”

He helped her up—once again surprised by how light she was—and guided her to the next room. Mrs. Henderson dozed in a chair while the twins slept peacefully in their makeshift cribs.

Lily tiptoed inside, checking on each baby with a tenderness that broke Jack’s heart.
Satisfied that they were safe and warm, she finally allowed herself to be led back to her bed.

“Sleep now,” Jack whispered, tucking the blankets around her. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Lily took his hand just as he started to walk away.
“Promise you won’t let him find us?” she asked, her green eyes pleading.

“I promise,” Jack replied firmly, even though he wasn’t entirely sure who she meant.
“You’re under my protection now.”

The girl seemed to accept that, and finally closed her eyes as exhaustion took over. Within minutes, her breathing became steady and deep.

Jack remained by the bed a few moments longer, watching her restless sleep.

Sara approached silently and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“You need to rest too,” she whispered.
“I can’t stop thinking about what these children have been through,” Jack replied, his voice heavy with concern.
“What kind of person could force a child to run away on a night like this with two babies?”
“Tomorrow we’ll know more,” the housekeeper said cautiously. “For now, they’re safe.”
Jack nodded but made no move to leave. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

His instincts told him that rescuing them from the snow was only the beginning of a much bigger story. As he watched Lily sleep, he made a silent promise. He would do everything in his power to protect those three children, no matter the cost.
Outside, the snow continued to fall, but inside the Morrison mansion, three small lives had begun to find a new path toward hope.

Tom Parker wasn’t the kind of detective you’d find in the Yellow Pages.
His discreet office on the third floor of an old Manhattan building didn’t even have a sign on the door. That’s precisely why Jack had chosen him.

“I need absolute discretion in this case,” Jack explained as he watched the detective examine the photos of the children that Sara had taken during breakfast.
“The fewer people know, the better.”
Tom nodded as his expert eyes studied every detail of the images.
At 55, he had the kind of face that blended easily into a crowd—his best professional asset.

“Are you sure you don’t want to involve the authorities?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“Not yet,” Jack replied tensely. “I have a feeling we need to understand this story better first. Lily panics even at the mention of her father.”
“And the mother?”
“She refuses to talk about her. In fact, she barely speaks. She spends all her time with the twins, as if afraid they’ll disappear at any moment.”
Tom scribbled a few notes into his battered notebook.

“I’ll need more information. Any detail could be useful.”
“The twins are about six months old—Emma and Izen,” Jack informed him. “Lily is six. I found all three of them in Central Park three days ago. She was shielding the babies from the cold with her own body.”
The detective raised his eyebrows, impressed.
“A little girl with two babies. Someone has to be looking for them.”
“That’s exactly what worries me,” Jack murmured.

Back at the mansion, Jack found Sara supervising Lily as she played with the twins in the living room.
The little girl sat on the Persian rug, humming softly to Emma while Izen slept in his new stroller.
In the past three days, Jack had practically emptied a department store buying everything the children might need—clothing, toys, diapers, strollers.
The Morrison mansion, once so formal and quiet, now resembled a luxury daycare.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he smiled, sitting beside her on the rug. “How are our babies today?”
Lily looked up, and a slight smile formed on her face.
It was the first time Jack had seen her smile since he found her.
“Emma likes music,” she said softly. “Mommy used to sing to them.”
Jack exchanged a quick glance with Sara. It was the first time Lily had voluntarily mentioned her mother.
“Did your mom sing to you a lot?” he asked casually, trying not to sound too eager and scare her.

Lily’s smile faded. She hugged Emma tighter. Her green eyes filled with tears.
“She… she can’t sing anymore,” she whispered, and two large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Jack felt his heart break.
Gently, he placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, Lily. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
But something inside her seemed to crack. Without letting go of Emma, Lily began to speak, her voice trembling with sobs.

“She sang every night… even when he yelled at her to stop. He said it was too much noise… and that the babies had to learn to sleep in silence.”
Sara approached quietly and took Emma from Lily’s arms.
The girl didn’t resist and let Jack hold her as she cried.

“He got really mad,” she continued between sobs.
“He said she was spoiling us… that we had to be strong… and crying was for weak people.”

Jack felt a cold wave of anger rise in his chest.
Who was this man who had so deeply traumatized a child?

“Lily,” he said gently as her sobs began to subside,
“you are the strongest girl I’ve ever met. You took care of your baby siblings all by yourself. You protected them from the cold—and that’s not weakness.”

She looked at him, surprised.
“You really think so?”
“Absolutely.” He smiled, wiping away her tears. “And now you’re not alone anymore. I’m going to take care of you.”

The words came naturally, unplanned. But the moment he said them, Jack knew they were true.
In just three days, these children had awakened feelings in him he never knew he had.

“Do you promise?” Lily asked, her green eyes locked on his.
“I promise,” he replied firmly.

That night, after the children had gone to sleep, Jack sat in his office lost in thought.
Sara entered with a cup of tea.
“Are you really thinking about keeping them?” she asked, setting the cup on the table.
“At least temporarily,” he replied. “Until we know more about their situation. I can’t just hand them over to the system without knowing what happened. Something is very wrong here, Sara.”

The housekeeper nodded, a faint smile on her lips.
“You know… in all these years working for you, I’ve never seen you so alive.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“What do you mean?”
“Before, it was all business meetings, work. Now there’s life in this house. Children’s laughter, a baby’s cries… and even your smiles.”

He couldn’t help but smile. It was true.
In just three days, those three small lives had completely transformed his methodical, solitary routine.

His phone buzzed—
A message from Tom:
“I found something. We need to talk first thing tomorrow.”

Jack reread the message several times, a growing sense of unease tightening in his chest. Something told him the revelations to come would change everything. Upstairs, the soft sounds of sleeping children filled the once-empty rooms of the Morrison mansion. Jack went up for his final nightly check, a habit he had developed over the past few days. Lily was asleep, hugging the teddy bear he had bought her, her face finally serene. Next to her, in their cribs, Emma and Ien slept peacefully.

As he watched them, Jack knew with certainty that he would do anything to protect those children. What he didn’t know was that his promise would be tested much sooner than he imagined.

Tom Parker’s office felt even more claustrophobic that gray morning. Jack watched the detective shuffle through a pile of documents on his worn desk, his stomach knotted with anticipation.

“What did you find?” he asked, unable to wait any longer.
Tom sighed deeply before answering.
“Robert and Clare Matius. Married for eight years. He’s an executive at a pharmaceutical company. She was a music teacher at an elementary school.”
The detective paused meaningfully.
“Was,” Jack felt a chill run down his spine.
“What happened to her?”
“Officially? Car accident, two months ago. Head-on collision on a deserted road. No witnesses.”
Tom handed Jack a police report.
“But there are troubling inconsistencies in the case.”

Jack examined the document, his face gradually paling.
“The body was unrecognizable.”
“Exactly,” Tom nodded.
“Identification was made solely with personal items and dental records—both provided by the husband. And there’s more.”

“In the past five years, there were 17 calls to the police from their address—all for domestic disputes or altercations. None resulted in an arrest.”
“Seventeen calls and nobody did anything?” Jack asked in disbelief.
“Robert Matius has powerful connections,” Tom explained, handing over more documents.
“Each incident was quickly closed. Witnesses always changed their statements. The responding officers were transferred.”

Jack ran his hands through his hair, struggling to process the information.

“And the children?”
“Lily is Clare’s daughter from a previous marriage. Robert legally adopted her after the wedding. The twins were born six months ago.”
Tom hesitated before continuing.
“There are records of Lily visiting the ER twice last year—once for a broken arm and once for a concussion. The explanations given were ‘fell down the stairs’ and ‘playground accident.’”

Jack felt bile rise in his throat.
Lily’s words about the bad father now took on a horrifying clarity.

“Jack,” Tom said gravely, “Robert Matius is looking for them. He’s already hired private investigators and offered a reward. He’s using all his resources.”

“He won’t get near those kids,” Jack said, his voice full of determination.

Back at the mansion, Jack was greeted by a scene that shattered his heart.
Lily was curled up in a corner of the living room, trembling while Sara tried to soothe her.
“It was just a nightmare, sweetheart,” the housekeeper whispered.
“He was here,” Lily sobbed.
“I saw him taking Emma and Ien.”

Jack knelt beside her.
“It was only a dream, little one. Look—the babies are right there, sleeping peacefully.”

Lily threw herself into his arms, crying uncontrollably.
“Don’t let him take them, Jack. Please…”
“Shh… it’s okay,” he held her tightly. “No one’s taking you from here.”

Later, once Lily had finally fallen back asleep, Jack called a meeting with his security team.
The Morrison mansion was already well protected—but Jack wanted more.

“I want cameras covering every inch of the perimeter,” he ordered.
“24-hour guards. Strict controls on anyone entering or leaving. And I need a team dedicated solely to the children’s safety.”
“Yes, Mr. Morrison,” the head of security nodded. “We’ll begin installations immediately.”

In the days that followed, Jack reorganized his entire life around the children.
He moved his office into the mansion, delegated meetings, and focused only on essential business matters.
He devoted every free moment to Lily and the twins.

Sara watched in awe as her boss transformed before her eyes.
The young billionaire, once obsessed with work, had become a devoted father almost overnight.
She often found him late at night in the twins’ room, rocking Emma or Ien, or reading stories to Lily until she drifted off to sleep.

One morning, as Sara prepared bottles for the twins, she heard laughter coming from the garden.
Through the kitchen window, she saw Jack running across the lawn with Lily on his shoulders.
Both were laughing hysterically.
It was the first time she had heard the girl laugh like that.

“Faster, Jack!” Lily shouted, arms stretched out like wings.
“Hold on tight, princess,” Jack replied, spinning carefully.
Sara discreetly wiped away a tear.
The mansion, once so quiet and formal, now overflowed with life and love.

The twins were thriving too.
Emma, the more outgoing of the two, smiled at everyone and was already trying to crawl across the living room carpet.
Ien, quieter, would melt anytime Jack picked him up and made funny faces.

“They seem happier,” Lily commented one night while watching the twins play in their playpen.
“And you, Lily?” Jack asked gently. “Are you happy here?”

She looked at him with her big green eyes.
“I’ve never been this happy,” she answered, with surprising honesty for her age.
“No one yells here. No one gets hurt.”

Jack felt his heart break and mend all at once.
He hugged her tightly, silently vowing that no one would ever hurt this child again.

But not all moments were joyful.
Lily’s nightmares continued—and grew more intense.
One particularly bad night, she woke up screaming so loudly she startled the twins.

“Mommy!” she cried between sobs. “Don’t let him do that, Mommy!”
Jack ran to her room and found her drenched in sweat, eyes wide with terror.

“Lily, wake up! It’s just a dream,” he said, shaking her gently.
She clung to his arms with surprising strength.
“He pushed her,” she whimpered.

“I saw him push her down the stairs. Mom didn’t fall on her own.”
Jack felt the blood freeze in his veins.
“What are you talking about, little one?”
But Lily was already sobbing uncontrollably, unable to go on.
Jack rocked her gently until she fell back asleep, his mind reeling with the terrible implications of her words.

Early the next morning, he called Tom.
“I need you to look into something specific,” he said the moment the detective answered.
“Was there any domestic incident involving Clare Matius before the car accident?”

“Let me check,” Tom replied.
There was a pause and the sound of papers shuffling.
“Yes. Three months before the fatal crash, she was hospitalized after a fall down the stairs—broken ribs and a severe concussion.”
“My God,” Jack murmured.
“Lily saw it all.”

“Jack,” Tom’s voice turned serious.
“There’s something else you need to know. Robert Matius has just hired two more private investigators. One of them is known for using… unorthodox methods.”

Jack’s concern intensified dramatically.

That same afternoon, he called a meeting with his legal team.
“I want to apply for temporary custody,” he announced. “And I need protective measures for the children.”

“Mr. Morrison,” one of the lawyers began cautiously, “you have no legal ties to these children. It will be difficult to justify.”

“Then find a way,” Jack said, slamming his hand on the table.
“Those kids are not going back to Robert Matius. Not while I’m alive.”

While the lawyers debated legal strategies, Jack received a message from Sara.
Lily’s asking for you. She drew something she wants to show you.

In the children’s room, Lily stood waiting, holding a piece of paper.
It was a crayon drawing of five stick figures—three small ones and two big.
“That’s us,” she explained shyly. “You, me, Emma, Ien, and Sara. A family.”

Jack felt tears sting his eyes.
He picked up Lily and hugged her tightly.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he whispered. “We are a family.”

Sara, rocking Emma on the other side of the room, smiled through her own tears.

The moment was interrupted by the vibration of Jack’s phone.
It was Tom again.

“We need to talk—urgent. Robert Matius was seen in New York.”

Jack looked at Lily, still clinging to him proudly, pointing at the twins in the drawing.
Then at Emma in Sara’s arms and Ien, peacefully asleep in his crib.
A family he would protect at all costs.
The storm was coming, but he was ready to face it.

“No one will hurt you,” he murmured—more to himself than to the children.
“Not ever again.”

What he didn’t know was that Robert Matius was closer than he imagined—and the true test of his promise was about to begin.

The black-and-white photo on Jack’s computer screen showed a tall, well-dressed man exiting a luxury hotel in Manhattan.
Robert Matius had the kind of face that inspired instant trust—and that was precisely what made him even more dangerous.

“It was taken yesterday,” Tom said over the phone.
“He’s staying in an executive suite at The Peninsula. He’s been making a lot of calls and meeting people in upscale restaurants. He’s moving large amounts of money.”

“Were you able to track where that money is going?”
“Not yet,” Tom hesitated.
“But there’s something strange about his finances. For someone in his position, he’s taking a lot of risky steps. He seems… desperate.”

Jack hung up, deep in thought.
From his office window, he watched Lily playing in the garden with Sara and the twins.
The girl had been more relaxed lately. She had even started smiling more.
The idea that this peace could be shattered turned his stomach.

The intercom buzzed.
“Mr. Morrison? One of the guards spotted a suspicious car circling the block—for the third time today.”

“Did they get the plate?”
“Yes, sir. We’ve already submitted it for review.”

Jack immediately activated the protocol he had put in place.
Within minutes, Sara had taken the children inside and exterior security was reinforced.

That evening during dinner, Lily was unusually quiet.
Her green eyes kept flicking toward the windows, even though the curtains were closed.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Jack asked gently.
“I saw a man today,” she whispered.
“In the garden… across the street.”

Jack’s heart began to race.
“What did he look like?”

“I couldn’t see very clearly, but…”—tears started rolling down her cheeks—
“…he was wearing a dark blue suit. Like… like your father’s,” Sara finished softly.
Lily nodded, trembling.

“He always wore suits like that. He said he had to look important so people would trust him.”

Jack and Sara exchanged worried glances.
It was the first time Lily had spoken so directly about Robert.

“He…” Lily continued, her voice barely audible,
“He made Mom cry a lot. He always wanted more money. He said those were the last bad men he’d have to pay. Bad men…”

“Bad men?” Jack asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
“They used to come to the house,” Lily said, hugging herself.
“Sometimes late at night. They spoke loudly. They wanted money. Daddy changed when they came. He was really scary.”

The pieces began to fall into place in Jack’s mind.
“Tom…” he murmured to himself.
“I need to talk to Tom.”

Later that night, after putting the children to bed—a longer task than usual since Lily insisted on checking that all the windows were locked—Jack met with the detective in his office.

“Lone sharks,” confirmed Tom, spreading documents across the mahogany desk.
“And we’re not talking about small-time neighborhood lenders. Robert Matthew is involved with powerful and dangerous people.”

“How much?”
“From what I’ve tracked so far—over 15 million.
It started with betting on horse races, then high-stakes roulette and poker.
When the losses got too big, he began borrowing to cover them.
One hole covering another, each one deeper than the last.”

“And Clare? How does she fit into this?”

“In my experience, she was a successful music teacher.
She received a substantial family inheritance—properties, stocks, treasury bonds… a few million dollars.”
Tom pushed more documents toward Jack.
“In the last two years, everything was transferred to several accounts—some overseas, others under shell companies. The money simply vanished.”

“My God,” Jack murmured.

“There’s more,” Tom continued.
“I found records of a life insurance policy in her name. High-value.
Sole beneficiary: Robert Matthus.”

Jack felt a chill down his spine.

“The car crash wasn’t enough,” Tom concluded.
“The debts were bigger. And now… well, the twins have a sizable trust left by their maternal grandparents.
They can’t access it until they’re 21.”

“But with legal custody,” Jack said bitterly, “he wants to use the children’s money.”

A sharp cry pierced the night.

“Jack! Jack!”

He sprinted to Lily’s room, taking the stairs two at a time.
The girl was trapped in another violent nightmare, twisting in her silk sheets.

Sara was already there, trying to soothe her.

“Don’t let them take it!” Lily screamed between sobs.
“The money belongs to the babies! Mommy said it was for the babies, she promised Grandpa!”

Jack picked her up, feeling her small, trembling body.

“Shh, it’s okay. No one’s taking anything from you.”

Slowly, between sobs and tremors, the full story began to emerge.
The night they fled, Lily had overheard a terrible argument between Robert and some men.

“They wanted more money?” she sobbed, clinging to Jack’s shirt.
“Daddy said he would use the babies’ money.”

“But Mommy?” Sara asked gently, stroking her hair.
“She said no. She said it was the last thing Grandpa and Grandma had left us.
She took us in the middle of the night. She said we were going somewhere safe.
She was going to report Daddy.”

Lily trembled harder.

“But Daddy woke up. He was so angry. I’d never seen him that angry.
Mommy handed me the babies and told me to run. And I ran… so far…”

“It was so cold… but I couldn’t stop.”

Jack felt a cold fury well up in his chest.
Clare had given her life to protect her children—and now Robert wanted to take even the last cent that belonged to them.

Later, Tom said over the phone in a firm tone:

“I want everything. Every record, every transaction, every suspicious conversation.
We’ll unmask Robert Matthus for what he truly is.”

“I’m on it,” the detective replied.
“But Jack—be careful. Desperate men are dangerous.”

The next morning, Jack assembled his legal team.

“I want full custody of these children,” he announced.
“And we’re doing it right. With evidence, documents, everything we have.
We’ll expose every cent he stole, every veiled threat, every betrayal of trust.”

“It’ll be a tough fight,” one of the lawyers warned.
“He’s the legal father.”

“He’s a monster who destroyed a family for money,” Jack interrupted.
“And he won’t lay a finger on those children.
Not while I’m alive.”

As the lawyers discussed legal strategies, Jack looked out the window.
In the garden, under security watch, Lily played with the twins.
Emma was trying her first steps, held up by her sister, while Izen clapped excitedly.

“They’re my family now,” Jack murmured.
“I protect my family.”

The buzz of an incoming message pulled him back to reality.
It was from Tom.

“There’s suspicious movement near the mansion.
I think he’s preparing to act.
My contacts say he has a meeting tonight with some dangerous men. He seems desperate.”

Jack clenched his fists.
The storm was coming, but he was ready.
Robert Matthus had no idea who he was dealing with.

“Come on,” he muttered.
“I’m waiting.”

The black-and-white photo on Jack’s computer screen showed a tall, well-dressed man leaving a luxury hotel in Manhattan.
Robert Matthew had the kind of face that inspired immediate trust: clear eyes, a forced smile, and silver at the temples that gave him an air of distinction.

The kind of man you’d hand over your money to without a second thought.

And that was exactly what made him so dangerous.

Jack studied the image carefully, searching the polished features for any sign of the cruelty Lily so deeply feared.
How could someone with such a respectable appearance hide such monstrous intent?

“It was taken yesterday at 2:37 PM,” said Tom over the phone.
“He’s at The Peninsula. Executive suite on the 18th floor.
He’s been making dozens of calls a day and meeting people at upscale restaurants like Le Bernardin and Daniel.”

“He’s moving large sums of money through different accounts.”

“How much exactly?”

“In the last three days—over two million.
The money comes in and out almost immediately, bouncing through foreign accounts.
It’s like…” Tom hesitated, looking for the right words.

“He’s covering his tracks,” Jack suggested.
“Exactly. And one more thing: for someone in his position—CEO of a mid-size pharmaceutical company with a declared annual salary of about $200,000—he’s making outrageously risky moves.
He sold company shares well below market value. Mortgaged properties. He seems desperate.”

Jack hung up, deep in thought, turning his chair toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the mansion’s garden, protected by heightened security, a tender scene unfolded.
Lily was sitting on a blanket, helping Emma stay upright during her first attempts to stand.
Sara, a few steps away, held Izen, who clapped with delight at his sister’s progress.

In recent weeks, the girl had begun to bloom like a flower under the sun.
Her smiles, once so rare, now lit up the mansion several times a day.
She had even begun singing lullabies to the twins—soft songs her mother used to sing—making Jack pause in the hallway to listen, moved to the core.

The intercom on his desk broke the peaceful moment.

“Mr. Morrison, this is Thompson from Alpha Team.
We’ve seen a black van with tinted windows and New Jersey plates circling the block for the third time today.”

Jack felt his stomach knot.

“Did you get the license plate?”
“Yes, sir. We’ve already submitted it for review.
According to protocol, we’ve activated a yellow alert.”

“Good. Keep me updated on any movement.”

Jack pressed another button on the intercom.
“Sara, please bring the kids inside. Now.”

Through the window, he watched the housekeeper move with flawless efficiency.