All Chapters of The Wrong Twin's Kiss : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kurtis’s POVI slammed the door behind me, the sound reverberating through the hallway like the echo of my frustration. My chest was tight, my hands shaking as I stormed down the street, each step pounding against the ground like the thoughts racing through my mind. How did we get here? How did we go from nearly perfect to this, again?I could still feel the heat of Lyra’s skin against mine, the intoxicating pull of her lips just moments ago. I was so close. So damn close to putting a ring on her finger, to making everything official between us. I had the ring in my pocket, burning a hole in my jeans for weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment. That moment was tonight. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, how much she still means to me despite everything we've been through. But then **he** walked in. James. The name alone made my blood boil. He didn’t just interrupt us; he ripped apart what should have been one of the best moments of our lives. I had it all planned out.

Kurtis’s POVThe words tasted bitter on my tongue as I watched Lyra standing in front of me, her eyes wide with confusion, fear, and a flicker of hope. I could barely keep my voice steady, my heart torn between everything I wanted to believe and the damn images that wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind: her, with James, too close, looking like she was enjoying his touch.She stood there, in my office, dressed in the same deep blue dress from last night. It clung to her, soft and graceful, a painful reminder of everything she was to me. And yet, all I could think of was James’s hand on her waist. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms, forcing myself to focus.I wasn’t going to make this easy.“What are you doing here, Lyra?” I said coldly, refusing to meet her gaze. “I thought you had company last night.”She took a step closer, and I could feel her presence, a warmth that made me want to pull her close, hold her, forget everything. But the anger burned too hot. “Kurtis, pl

Kurtis’s POVI clenched my jaw, feeling the sharp edge of anger pressing against my heart as I stared at her, standing there in my father’s house as if she hadn’t already shattered everything we had. I took a slow, deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady, but the hurt, the bitterness, it was all right there, boiling over.“Lyra, why are you here?” I asked, the words almost a growl. “I told you not to come to my house. Why, of all things, would you come crawling to my father?” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. The wounds she’d left were still raw, and seeing her now, in the last place I’d ever expected, only brought them closer to the surface.She flinched, her eyes wide, startled by my tone. But she didn’t back down. That was one thing about Lyra, she always stood her ground, even when she knew she’d messed up.“Kurtis, I’m here because I don’t know what else to do,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I thought… I thought maybe if I spoke to your dad, I cou

Angela's POVThe bright screen of my phone lit up in the dim room as I lazily scrolled through my feed, barely paying attention to the endless stream of photos and captions. It was just another evening, or so I thought. Then I saw it. One of Lyra’s friends, Jenna, had posted a picture of Lyra and Kurtis, locked in an embrace, smiling at each other like they had the world figured out. My chest tightened as I read the caption."I love this reunion. #Lyra #Kurtis"The words hit me like a punch. My mind raced, a storm of thoughts swirling so fast I could barely keep up. Lyra and Kurtis were together… again? After everything? The months she’d spent crying to me, doubting herself, wondering if she was good enough for him while I reassured her. And now she’s back in his arms, smiling like she never doubted a thing? My grip tightened around my phone, the edges pressing into my skin as my nails dug in. I couldn’t believe this.Before I could process, footsteps sounded down the hall, heavy and

Lyra POVI took a deep breath and knocked on the door to Alice's house. Every step I’d taken here was fueled by confusion and disbelief. Alice, James’s sister, had called me out of nowhere with a message that “urgency” didn’t even begin to describe.The door swung open almost immediately, and Alice stood there, looking like a cat who’d just caught the canary.“Come in, Lyra,” she said, motioning me inside with that ever-present smirk.I followed her, my stomach churning as we stepped into the dimly lit living room. I took a seat on the couch, nerves stretching thin. The room felt cold and ominous, as though every piece of furniture had been placed deliberately to unsettle me.“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Alice began, her voice smooth as silk. “I thought it was best you heard this from me directly.”“Hear what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. I wasn’t in the mood for games, not after everything I’d been through with Angela, Kurtis, and now, James.Alice didn’t answe