บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Twin's Kiss : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Angela's POVI stormed down the hallway, my heels echoing sharply off the walls. Each step felt like a punctuation to my anger, a steady reminder of just how far things had spiraled out of my control. Lyra had gone too far this time. Barging into my place, screaming like a banshee, her voice laced with a fury I didn’t even know she was capable of. She even dared to break my favorite vase, scattering pieces of glass across my living room floor as if it was nothing, just like she’d trampled over everything I cared about.Now, I stood before the heavy metal door where Kurtis was being held, catching my breath. I wasn’t here to play nice or listen to his excuses. He’d brought this on himself when he chose her over me. I twisted the rusty handle, pushing the door open to find him slumped in a chair, his arms tied behind him, his face a mess of bruises.Hearing me enter, he lifted his head. His gaze met mine, a spark of defiance burning in his tired eyes. For a moment, I saw the man I’d fal

Lyra’s POVI waited until the sharp echo of Angela’s heels faded down the hallway, my fingers tightening around my phone as I watched her disappear. The act had worked, for now. I forced myself to take a deep breath, letting Angela believe I was done, that I was ready to walk away from Kurtis and everything between us. She’d fallen for my words, swallowed the lie whole. But deep inside, my resolve hardened. She thought I’d back down. I’d never been more determined to fight.I took a steadying breath and pulled out my phone, scrolling to the contact labeled "Tracker." With a quick message, I let my source know to monitor Angela’s every move. I couldn’t take any chances. Angela was out of control, and if she found out I was watching, she’d make good on her threats. I knew she’d go after Kurtis the moment I showed my hand too soon.The thought of him, tied up somewhere, injured and helpless, made my chest ache. How did it come to this? I’d always looked up to Angela, my strong, unpredic

Angela POV Angela paced the dimly lit room, her stilettos clicking against the cold concrete floor as she muttered to herself, the edges of her lips curling into a triumphant smirk. “They think they’re clever,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “Lyra, with her timid little smiles and doe eyes, and Kurtis, pretending he can survive without me. Fools, both of them.”She paused in front of the small desk at the corner of the room, tapping her manicured nails on its surface. Her mind raced with possibilities. She was so close, so close to finally breaking them both. All she needed was to secure Kurtis, to move him somewhere Lyra would never think to look. Once Lyra realized she had no chance of finding him, Angela would let the truth sink in *You don’t belong in his world.A cruel laugh bubbled up in her throat. “Oh, Lyra, you thought you could win against me? Sweetheart, you were doomed from the start. I’ll keep Kurtis so far out of your reach, you’ll give up before you even g

Lyra POV The cold night air stung my face as I stumbled down the dimly lit street. My chest felt tight, each breath dragging painfully through my lungs as I struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over again. My heart was a tangled mess, torn between the man I couldn’t let go of and the choices I’d made to keep him safe. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Ella’s door. My fists trembled as I knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet. It took only a moment before the door opened, and Ella stood there, her expression shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. “Lyra,” she gasped, pulling me inside. “What happened to you? Why are you crying?” Her voice was frantic, her hands gripping my arms as if to steady me. I shook my head, unable to meet her gaze. “Ella, I…” My voice broke, and the tears I’d been holding back spilled over, hot and relentless. “Lyra, talk to me.” She led me to her couch, her warm hands pressing against mine as she sat beside me. “Wh

Lyra’s POV The door slammed shut behind Alice, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of my room. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the cool wooden surface, my forehead resting against it. I wanted to scream, to cry, to throw something, but none of that would help. None of it would undo the mess I was in. I slid down to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest as the weight of everything crushed me. The choices I’d made, the lies I’d told, the sacrifices, was any of it worth it? “Should I tell Kurtis everything?” The thought slipped into my mind like a whisper, bringing both hope and fear. Curtis, my savior, the man who’d shown me what it felt like to be truly loved. He’d understand, wouldn’t he? He’d hold me, tell me it wasn’t my burden to bear, and promise to take care of everything. But then what? The image of Kurtis Face twisted in anger as I told him the truth made my stomach churn. What if he didn’t understand? What if he saw me as weak, as someone who co