Todos os capítulos de The Wrong Twin's Kiss : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Kurtis POV“Kurtis… you’re running out of time.”That voice. Calm, cruel, and too familiar. Every word he spoke scraped at my skin, clawing at the frayed edges of my sanity. My grip on the phone tightened, knuckles white, as I tried to control the rage bubbling inside me. “I’ve given you twenty-four hours,” the kidnapper continued, his tone smooth like he was enjoying this twisted game. “But let’s be clear, I’m not after your money. I’m after something much more valuable: your suffering. And watching you scramble around, desperate, clueless... that’s priceless.”“You touch her again, and I swear” I growled, my voice low, venomous.He chuckled, that mocking, icy sound sending a chill down my spine. “Swear what, Kurtis? You’ll do *what*, exactly? Right now, you’re powerless. Helpless. And that’s exactly where I want you.”Suddenly, I heard it. Barely audible, but it shattered me to my core.Lyra.A faint whimper in the background. She was scared. She was in pain.My heart slammed agai

Kurtis's POVI kicked open the door to the safe house, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I was carrying Lyra in my arms, her body limp, her skin cold against mine. Every step felt like a battle against time, and I could barely think straight as I looked down at her pale face."Lyra… baby girl, stay with me." My voice trembled, but I forced it out. I couldn’t lose her, not after everything we had been through.The house was quiet, too quiet, as I laid her down gently on the couch. My hands shook as I grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her fragile body. Her eyes fluttered open for just a second before closing again, and my heart clenched in my chest. I had to do something. Fast.I crouched beside her, brushing the hair from her face. "You're safe now. I’ve got you," I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if she could hear me. I’d never seen her like this, so vulnerable, so helpless. It tore at something deep inside me, something primal. I had sworn to protect her, and now here she was

.Angela’s POVI stood by the window, staring blankly out at the sunset, my chest tight with bitterness. Lyra. My sweet, quiet twin sister had taken everything from me, my dreams, my man, my life. Kurtis was supposed to be mine. He *was* mine. Until she showed up, pretending to be innocent, stealing him right from under me. My hands balled into fists at my sides as the memories flooded back, the way I’d asked her to break up with him for me, to pretend to be me. I thought she was doing me a favor back then, a simple task to spare me the confrontation. But now I know better. She hadn’t just helped me end things with Kurtis. She had taken advantage of it, swooping in to claim what was mine the whole time.A wave of regret surged through me. I should’ve never let her go. I should’ve never given her the chance to ruin everything. “Why did I let her walk away?” The thought gnawed at me, but I quickly pushed it aside, burying it beneath my anger. Regret was for the weak, and I refused to be

Lyra’s POVTwo weeks had passed in the blink of an eye. The wedding was set, and everything was falling into place. My dress was perfect, the venue looked like a dream, and today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Kurtis had reassured me over and over that nothing would stand in our way. Not James. Not anyone. But as I stood in the bridal suite, my heart racing in anticipation, a sense of unease gnawed at me. Something felt off. It wasn’t just the nerves, it was something else. The kind of tension that clung to the air just before a storm. Then, the knock came.My hands stilled as I turned toward the door. The hair on the back of my neck prickled. Kurtis’s voice came through the door.“Baby girl? Can you come downstairs?”The urgency in his voice made my stomach flip. I rushed to the door, still in my robe, heart pounding in my chest. When I opened it, the look on Kurtis’s face confirmed my worst fears. “What is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s wr

Lyra’s POVThe cold, sterile scent of the hospital hung in the air as I stood at the edge of James’s bed, my fingers trembling slightly. My heart was pounding against my ribs, but I tried to stay calm. I had to stay calm. Alice’s words still echoed in my mind like a bitter slap, but I couldn't let them consume me. Not now. Not when everything felt so fragile.I was lost in my thoughts when the door creaked open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in. The tension in the room grew thicker as both Alice and I turned to face him.“Doctor,” I blurted out before Alice could say anything, stepping forward. My voice was desperate, even though I tried to keep it steady. “Please… is James going to be okay? Tell me he’s going to wake up. He *has* to wake up.”The doctor gave me a somber look, and my stomach dropped. His face was unreadable, yet the disappointment in his eyes told me that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be good.“I understand your concern,” the doctor began, looking