Twins He Chose Twice

Luna's POV — FlashbackThe rain had been falling for almost an hour, but twelve-year-old Luna Vance had nowhere to go.She stood beneath the tiny roof of an old, closed shop, hugging herself as cold water dripped from her hair onto her torn dress. Her bare feet were dirty and scratched from walking through the streets, but the pain barely registered anymore.All she could hear was Aurora's voice repeating in her head.*Get out!*Luna swallowed hard.Her twin sister had locked her out again.This time, their mother hadn't stopped her. She had simply looked at Luna with that tired, annoyed expression before telling her to stay outside until she learned how to behave.Luna still didn't understand what she had done wrong.She had tried explaining. She had tried apologizing. Nobody had listened.So she had left.The rain suddenly grew heavier, forcing Luna to look for somewhere else to hide. She spotted a narrow alley between two old buildings and hurried inside, wrapping her arms around

Luna was halfway through her afternoon shift when she noticed something strange.The diner was louder than usual.Customers were talking among themselves, and several people had their eyes fixed on the television mounted above the counter. Luna barely paid attention at first. She was too busy wiping down a table, trying to finish her work before another order came in.Then the volume suddenly increased.**“Breaking news.”**Luna looked up.A familiar face appeared on the screen.Her hand stopped moving.Ethan Blackwood.For a moment, she couldn't breathe.The boy from the alley was gone.In his place sat a grown man in a dark suit, looking calm and powerful. His features had changed with age, but Luna knew those eyes. She could never forget them.She stared at the screen as the reporter smiled.“Mr. Blackwood, thank you for joining us.”Ethan gave a polite nod.“Thank you for having me.”The reporter leaned forward.“You've been away from the state for fourteen years. What made you decide

For three days, Luna drifted between sleep and darkness.Sometimes she heard voices around her. Sometimes she felt someone holding her hand. Other times, she heard Marcus telling her that she needed to wake up.But whenever she tried to open her eyes, everything slipped away again.On the fourth morning, Luna finally woke.Her eyes opened slowly.A white ceiling came into focus first, followed by white walls and the soft beeping of a machine beside her. For several seconds, she couldn't remember where she was.Then the pain came.Her head throbbed, her body felt weak, and when she tried to move her left hand, it barely responded.She frowned."What..."Her voice came out dry and weak.She swallowed and tried again."Where am I?"No one answered.Luna slowly turned her head.The room was empty.Marcus wasn't there.She tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she could recall was walking home, hearing footsteps behind her, and two men grabbing her.Then darkness.A television

Two days after being discharged from the hospital, Luna woke up feeling slightly better than she had the previous morning.Her body was still weak, and the bruises had not completely faded, but at least she could move around without feeling like she might collapse.When she stepped out of her bedroom, the smell of freshly cooked food greeted her.She stopped.Marcus was in the kitchen.He stood beside the stove, preparing the last part of breakfast as if he belonged there.Luna looked around the apartment and realized something else.The place was clean.The dishes that had been sitting in the sink were gone. The clothes she had left scattered around had been folded, and even the small living room had been tidied.“You cleaned?” she asked.Marcus glanced at her.“You needed the rest.”“And you decided to clean my entire apartment?”“It wasn't exactly an entire apartment.”Luna shook her head, but a small smile appeared on her face.Marcus placed a plate on the table.“Sit, let's get som

Luna couldn't sleep.She lay on of Marcus's bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket he had given her earlier.The diner had closed hours ago, and the building was quiet. Marcus had told her she could use the bed for the night, but even though she was exhausted, sleep refused to come.Her mind kept replaying everything that had happened.The hospital.The landlord.Her belongings lying in the rain, And the apartment she no longer had.Luna turned onto her side and reached for her phone.Maybe scrolling would distract her.She opened social media.The first post that appeared on her screen made her stop breathing for a moment.Aurora.She was standing inside what looked like a luxury penthouse, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.Aurora wore a beautiful designer dress.Her hair was perfectly styled.A champagne glass rested in her hand.And beside her stood Ethan.The man who had once searched for his angel.Luna stared at the picture.The caption beneath it was simpl