All Chapters of Thread: The Twin's Killer Wore His Face: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

People said, "WHEN YOU OPEN THE DOOR FOR THE DEVIL, THE DEVIL CAME." It was true because she also opened that door for a devil. She was the one who brought that devil into her home. She saw her reflection in the broken mirror on the ground and laughed at her own reflection. A monster like herself laughed at herself. Her skin was pale, too pallid with bloodied scars on her forehead. Her face lost all its color; it now looked deathly thin. Her lips cracked, and blood dripped from the corners of her lips. Her hair looks greasy. She looked sickly.She turned around and looked out through the balcony of the third floor to see the night sky. And what did she see there? The brightest star of all. A shining star so close that when she closed her eyes, she could almost touch it. But when she opened her eyes again, it was already gone. It had moved further away than ever before, and there was no way she would find it again.At the sound of the alarm, she got up in a panic. Drops of sweat gliste

[Flashback]"How long did you sit here in your dead mother's room, Charlotte? It had been a month since she died."She lifted her head upon hearing her father's voice, her eyes heavy with sorrow and weariness. The room remained untouched, adorned with her mother's possessions, as if it was trapped in a moment frozen in time. Once more, Charlotte turned her gaze towards her mother's photograph. Her mother's smile greeted her from the frame on her dresser, her eyes wide open and filled with joy, devoid of any trace of pain or sadness.As her lengthy blonde hair was neatly tied up in a bun, it exposed the pallid complexion of her face, which had faded with the passing years. However, even in that moment, her beauty remained captivating. Charlotte felt tears forming within her, and she had to restrain them from streaming down her face. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the only sound in the silent house."Now that you are eight months pregnant, you should not take too much stress in such a co

Charlotte was a middle-aged woman who still looked young despite her age. Her blond hair was tied in a neat bun at the back of her head. She had blue eyes that resembled the sky, just like her son's. The color of her skin contrasted with the paleness of her features, clear like an apple. She wore an elegant dress made of the finest material and embellished with gold thread. Several rings sparkled on each of her fingers in the light of her room. A single golden chain lay around her neck, resembling the sun, shining above her shoulder as it glowed and reflected the white ceiling of the room. She looked at the camera with a smile on her face, her blue eyes twinkling.As soon as the speech ended, Ms. Charlotte boldly picked up her bag and headed for her son's office, following the bright flashes from the cameras. He started his work there that day. She felt the importance of that moment as she made her way through the bustling crowd of reporters and photographers.Upon entering the office

Ethan smiled back at her, "You think?" His dark gaze traveled down to her body, making her heart stop for a couple of seconds. "I can just shoot you right there, in your heart." That was when the true horror hit her. Kaylee yelled frantically and jumped from the sofa and tried to run. She was too late. Ethan didn't hesitate a moment longer. In one fluid motion his hands pulled the trigger of his handgun and the bullet hit the wall. Hastily, she covered her ears with her fingers to muffle the sound of the gunfire, but it seemed he had used acoustic panels. Slowly she lifted her head up and saw a large hole appeared in the wall where the bullet had struck. Kaylee ran faster, but before she could get too far, she tripped on the rug and fell onto the floor. Ethan chuckled, but then raised the gun again. This time, however, he wasn't smiling anymore. "Where were you heading anyway?" He asked her. Then he stood up and calmly walked toward her until he was right in front of her. "You can'

Charlotte was sitting in her luxurious mansion, in a room with a large view of the city below and the sea beyond. A glass of fine champagne in her hand and a letter from the Delish Delight Company's Presidents, Mr. Corleone and Mr. Moretti sitting atop a table beside the box of cake. She took another sip and then opened the letter. Her eyes roamed over the letter, taking in every word, as if she could somehow absorb it into her body. Suddenly she threw the champagne glass across the room, where it shattered on the floor. The shards of glass reflected light that fell through the walls onto Charlotte's face, making it look even paler than it already was.She read the letter faster this time. The words raced across the page but didn't get lost. Charlotte didn't need to read them more than once before they were embedded deep into her brain, forming an image that would last for weeks on end, even years. The letters continued to buzz through her mind like a swarm of angry insects, each word