The Wrong Twin's Kiss

Lyra's POV It was supposed to be a simple day, a meeting, an introduction, maybe even a new friend. But nothing with Angela ever turned out simple. I should have known better.Angela was always the wild one in my life. While I liked things to be calm and organized, she thrived on chaos. Growing up, I was the one with the organized bedroom, the color-coded calendar, and the carefully planned-out future. Angela? She was the girl who could throw together a killer outfit in five minutes flat, the life of every party, and the one who never seemed to worry about anything. She lived in the moment, always diving headfirst into whatever caught her interest, while I stood on the sidelines, watching, sometimes envying, but mostly cleaning up the messes she left behind.And yet, despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we were inseparable. She was the sun, and I was her shadow, always there, always following. I didn’t mind it, not really. Angela’s life was exciting, full of surprises

I walked back and forth in my room, trying to figure out how everything went so wrong. My mind was a mess of regret and confusion. How did I let it get this bad? I had no idea what Kurtis would do now, after finding out the truth. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him, but I had done just that. The knock on my door startled me. It was late, too late for anyone to be knocking, especially at this hour. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I froze, unsure whether to answer or stay silent. Who could it be? What did they want at this time? Kurtis stood there, his face twisted in anger, his eyes wild with a pain I had never seen before. My heart sank. This wasn’t the man I had come to love; this was someone else entirely, someone consumed by rage and betrayal. "Kurtis" I started, but he cut me off, his voice cold and harsh. "Don’t you dare say my name," he snapped, stepping into the room and slamming the door behind him. "I can’t even look

Kurtis POVThe atmosphere outside my study was thick with anxiety. The maids and butlers moved about hesitantly, stealing nervous glances at the door but avoiding any attempt to come in. They knew better than to bother me while I was in this mood, especially after the argument with Lyra.When the knock finally came, I could tell something was seriously wrong. The maid who entered was visibly shaking, her eyes wide and her voice trembling as she spoke. The sight of her made my stomach churn. Whatever news she was bringing couldn’t be good.“Mr. Wellington,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I… I have news.”Her fear was clear. “What is it?” I snapped, trying to keep my frustration in check.“It’s Lyra. She’s been missing since this morning.”A rush of panic hit me. Lyra? Angela’s twin? I had been so caught up in my issues that I hadn't given Lyra a second thought. As soon as the words sank in, I jumped up from my chair, my heart pounding. My thoughts were spinning in a million dir

Lyra's POVI was restless, pacing the kitchen like a caged animal. The storm had finally passed, leaving behind an unsettling calm that only made my anxiety worse. My ankle throbbed with each step, but I couldn’t sit still. My mind was racing, filled with thoughts of Kurtis, Angela, and the mess I’d made of everything.The door creaked open, and I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Angela stood in the doorway, looking composed and calm, like she hadn’t just walked into the middle of my personal disaster. Her eyes softened when she saw me, and she walked over with a reassuring smile.“Lyra,” she said softly, pulling me into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”I hugged her back, but my mind was racing with questions. “Angela, what are you doing here? I thought”“I came as soon as I heard about you and Kurtis,” she interrupted, stepping back to look me in the eyes. “I’m sorry for everything you’ve gone through. I didn’t expect things to get so complicated.”My throat tightened.

I sat at the kitchen table after she left me, staring blankly at the cup of tea I’d made before I was lost in my thoughts but had no intention of drinking it again. The silence pressed in on me from all sides, the ticking of the clock on the wall growing louder with each passing second. Each tick felt like a reminder of how little time I had before Angela and Kurtis would inevitably reconnect. It was only a matter of time before I was pushed back into the shadows.My thoughts were a tangled mess again. I knew Kurtis cared about me, we’d shared moments, brief but undeniable, but those moments were overshadowed by Angela. The thought of him choosing her over me made my stomach twist into painful knots. I wanted to believe that I meant something to him, that I was more than just a stand-in for her, but how could I be sure?Just as I was about to drown in another wave of doubt, the door creaked open. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Kurtis walk into the kitchen. Is this me imagining thi