Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Chapter 83 Uncanny Resemblance

Daniel’s POV

Something about Lila’s brother’s reaction to his stepmother caught my attention. It wasn’t just casual disdain—there was deep-seated conviction behind his words, the kind that comes from knowing family secrets in our world. What really piqued my curiosity was their father’s reaction. Nathaniel seemed unnaturally disturbed by his son’s comment and quickly silenced him with the authority of a former don.

"Enough, Beckett! You’ve been obsessed with this ever since Lila visited your estate," Nathaniel reprimanded sharply, but his words only fueled my investigative instincts.

"Impressed by what?" I asked, sensing there was more to this family mystery than they were letting on.

"Beckett hadn’t seen his sister for some time after she moved to the city," Nathaniel explained carefully. "When she finally visited his compound to tell him she was relocating permanently, he’s been fixated on how drastically she’s changed."

I shook my head. "When I first met Lila at Thorne’s operation, she was already like this. Whatever transformation you’re talking about had already happened."

"Dad, you can’t keep denying what we both see," Beckett insisted, his voice carrying the weight of someone accustomed to commanding respect in the Sullivan organization. "The resemblance is undeniable."

Nathaniel’s weathered face tightened with the look of a man who’d buried too many secrets. "Lower your voice! I don’t want Lila hearing this madness! I’ve told you repeatedly—you’re projecting old grief onto her."

"What about you?" Beckett challenged, his tone shifting to that of a underboss confronting his former boss. "Are you going to pretend you weren’t shaken to your core when you first saw her after the change?" His father fell silent, unable to respond.

My detective instincts were fully activated now, the same ones that had helped me navigate both legitimate law enforcement and the shadowy world of organized crime. "I’m curious—who does she resemble? I assumed she took after her mother since she doesn’t look much like you, sir. Though she does share certain features with her brother."

"Yes, but you’re aware that Beckett and Lila have different mothers, right?" Nathaniel asked, and I nodded in confirmation.

Beckett pulled out his phone with the deliberate motion of someone about to reveal a family secret that could shake foundations. "I’ll show you and you can judge for yourself." He displayed a photo of a strikingly beautiful woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Lila—the kind of resemblance that makes your blood run cold in families like ours.

"Who is she?" I asked, though my gut already knew this woman was significant to the Sullivan family history.

"Just answer—does she look like Lila or not?" Beckett pressed, his eyes holding the intensity of someone seeking validation for a truth he’d carried alone.

I studied the image carefully, my trained eye picking up every detail. "It’s as if I’m looking at Lila in another decade. The resemblance is extraordinary—almost supernatural."

"See, Dad? Are you going to claim Inspector Martinez is projecting too?" Beckett said with the satisfaction of someone finally being vindicated.

Nathaniel shook his head, but I could see the cracks in his denial. "Beckett, it’s impossible! Just a coincidence. You’ve been watching too many crime documentaries and inventing conspiracy theories."

"The woman in the photo is my mother," Beckett explained, his voice softening with old pain. "She died when I was young. She was carrying a baby girl and died during a difficult labor."

Something clicked in my mind as Nathaniel added, "My daughter also died during delivery." Pain shadowed his eyes—the kind of grief that never fully heals, even in men who’ve seen violence and loss in our world. "I wasn’t there when it happened. I had traveled to oversee operations in a neighboring territory, taking Beckett with me to fulfill a promise I’d made him."

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