THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET TWIN HEIR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

~ Aria POV ~The elevator doors slid shut behind us, sealing in the heavy silence that had followed us from Dr. Martinez’s office. My hands trembled as I pressed the parking garage button, Michael's phone call from the private investigator still echoing in my head.*Marcus. Of all people, Marcus.*"I can't believe this," I whispered, more to myself than to Michael. The fluorescent lights above us flickered, casting harsh shadows across his face. His jaw was set in that familiar line I'd learned to recognize over the years—the one that meant he was barely holding back his rage."Fifteen years," Michael's voice came out strangled. "Fifteen goddamn years I've trusted him."The elevator lurched to a stop, and we stepped out into the concrete tomb of the parking garage. Our footsteps echoed off the walls, each sound sharper than it should have been. Everything felt too loud, too bright, too real.Couldn't think about how this betrayal would shatter what little stability we'd managed to bui

~ Aria POV ~ I stare at the surveillance photos spread across the conference table like tarot cards predicting death. Each image shows the clearer of her than the one Jessica provided few weeks ago—Victoria Sterling, the woman who doesn't exist but has been destroying our lives for months. The woman who is actually Jessica Campbell. My sister. The sister who should be rotting in prison but somehow crawled out of hell to finish what she started."She's been watching us for months with some help ob." Daniel's voice cuts through the suffocating silence. "These were taken outside Austin's physical therapy sessions, Alex's campus, even your morning coffee run, Aria."My hands shake as I pick up a photo of myself leaving the hospital after Austin's accident. In the background, barely visible behind a pillar, stands a woman with short blonde hair and different features. But those eyes... I'd know those cold, calculating eyes anywhere."Jesus." Michael's voice is raw. He grabs another photo—

*Alex's POV*The cap feels wrong on my head. Too tight. Too formal. Too much like a target.I adjust it for the hundredth time, scanning the crowd of families gathering on Harvard's quad. Somewhere out there, she's watching. Victoria Sterling. Or whatever the hell her real name is."You sure about this?" Austin's voice crackles through the nearly invisible earpiece tucked behind my left ear. He's positioned across the yard, pretending to chat with other graduates' families.My fingers find the small recording device clipped inside my gown. "As sure as I can be about using myself as bait for a psychopath."A couple passes by, their laughter too loud, too forced. I study their faces. Not her. Never her. But she's here. I can feel it like ice water in my veins.Dad's voice comes through the comm next. "Remember, she won't be able to resist disrupting this moment. Graduation was always supposed to be ruined in her mind.""Got it." I force a smile at a classmate who waves. My cheeks ache f

**Michael's POV**The warehouse loomed ahead like a concrete tomb. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had gone white, but I couldn't stop the trembling. Jessica, holding my mother hostage in some godforsaken industrial wasteland warehouse."We should've waited for the FBI," Aria whispered beside me, her voice barely audible over the engine's idle.I killed the ignition. The silence hit us like a physical blow."She would've killed Elizabeth the moment she saw federal agents." My throat felt raw, scraped clean. "You know that."Aria's breathing was shallow, rapid. I could feel her fear radiating off her skin, mixing with my own until I couldn't tell where mine ended and hers began. Her phone buzzed—another text from the boys.*Dad, please don't do anything stupid. We need you both to come home.*"They're at the safe house?" I asked."With enough security to protect a small country." She tucked the phone away without responding to Alex's message. "But if we don't m

But as the FBI agents burst through the warehouse doors, their flashlight beams cutting through the red-tinged darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling that Jessica's death was just the beginning of something else.Something worse.---The interrogation room at the FBI field office was sterile white and smelled like disinfectant. I sat across from Agent Crystal, my left arm in a sling, watching her flip through a thick file."Mrs. Walton, we need to go over the events at the warehouse one more time.""It's the fifth time." My voice came out hoarser than I intended. "Jessica Campbell held my mother-in-law hostage. She stabbed me. My husband shot her in self-defense when she was about to kill me."Agent Crystal looked up from her notes. "The forensics team found explosives throughout your business facilities. Remote detonators. Ms. Campbell had been planning this for long.""I know.""She murdered Marcus Miller Santos. Possibly others we haven't identified yet."I shifted in the hard plas