Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Twin's Kiss : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Lyra's POV “You’re back,” Alice’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and precise as a scalpel, the moment I stepped inside. My hand froze on the doorknob as I turned, my stomach tightening. She was waiting for me, poised against the wall, watching like a cat with a cornered mouse.“Did you have a nice heart-to-heart with Aunt Grace?” she continued, her smirk widening as she took in the red stains on my cheeks, the hollow look in my eyes. “Or did you finally realize no one can save you?”My pulse hammered in my chest, anger rising like a flame, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I don’t need saving, Alice. Especially not from you.”She let out a mocking laugh, tilting her head as if she were studying some curious specimen. “Oh, Lyra. How long are you going to keep this up? This pathetic charade that you’re so noble and self-sacrificing? Do you think any of this matters to anyone but you?”Her words stung, sharp, and cutting. Part of me wanted to argue, to defend myself, but the ex

Lyra's POV I didn’t hear Angela come in. My world was already spinning as I sat on the edge of my bed, hands clasped tight around the pillow, my heart aching with an emptiness I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. It was supposed to be my life, my choices. Yet here I was, expected to marry a man who loved no one but himself. James had crushed every ounce of my dreams, and all that was left of me was a hollow shell. Why was Angela standing at my door now, looking at me with those cold, unfeeling eyes? The one person who should’ve understood, who should’ve stood by me, was glaring as if I’d stolen everything from her. A part of me wanted to scream, to tell her that I had no choice. That it was her friendship with James that brought me into this web of lies. But instead, my throat was tight, the words trapped as tears slid down my cheeks. Angela stepped further into my room, her heels echoing in the silence, a soft clack that filled the tense air between us. She looked so composed,

Angela’s POVI sat alone in the silence of my room, my heart racing, knowing I couldn’t escape the storm I’d set in motion. The phone lay heavy in my hand, and I felt the urge to call James back, to scream, to demand answers, to get any shred of remorse from him. But I knew better; it would be met with that twisted satisfaction of his, that smug amusement he never bothered to hide. The things he’d said echoed back to me, and his words refused to let me go.*“You think you’re any different from me?”* he’d sneered.My mind replayed it over and over. His laugh, mocking me. I wanted to escape it, but then… another voice began to invade my thoughts.Alice.I could still hear her voice from when this all began, cool and taunting, twisting the knife in as she threatened me. As if she were here again, taunting me.*“Angela,”* she’d said back then, *“did you think you could keep Lyra safe from all this? She’ll do whatever I tell her to. For you.”*“Alice,” I had whispered, my voice barely ste

Angela’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, and the silence of the empty hallway seemed to echo. I could still hear Kurtis’s words in my head, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. “The sister Lyra loved would never have done this.” As much as I tried to shake it off, those words felt like an anchor around my chest, dragging me down, suffocating me with every step.But something stopped me in my tracks. A knot in my stomach, a tension I couldn’t shake, like a hand tugging me back. My fingers itched against the door handle, and before I knew it, I was turning it, re-entering the room. Kurtis’s head jerked up, surprise flashing across his face. The look in his eyes held a challenge, daring me to do… what, I didn’t even know.I took a step forward, my heels striking the concrete in sharp clicks that shattered the tense silence. “You don’t get to sit there and judge me, Kurtis. You don’t know what I’ve been through, what I’ve had to do.”He scoffed, shifting in his chair as if testing

Kurtis’s POVThe room was dark and silent, a chill settling over me as I tried to pull my mind from the constant aching in my wrists. But it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, every time I tried to distract myself, her face surfaced in my mind.Lyra.I thought about the night I met her. Back then, I thought she was Angela, only to find out later that they were sisters two halves of a world I never expected to get lost in. I’d gone to that gallery with Angela on a whim, a favor to her, only to spot this quiet beauty who moved so differently, her calmness like a steady flame. I couldn’t look away. Her eyes caught mine that night, soft but curious, and the way she looked at me made everything around us fade. I fell in love at that moment, thinking it was Angela’s warmth yet I had been looking at Lyra all along.And when I realized it was her… everything clicked. She wasn’t Angela. She was her kind of mystery, and I’d fallen deeper, hopelessly drawn to the softness I saw in her.Bu