All Chapters of A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

—Ethan’s PovI had power. Influence. Money. But in this moment… it meant nothing.None of it stopped Maurice from slipping out of a locked cell. None of it shielded Sophia from the media’s wildfire. None of it undid the violation of our privacy, the footage now dissected by morning talk shows like we were nothing but scandal fodder.My phone hadn’t stopped vibrating.Not with Lincoln’s updates. Not with Old Master’s silence. Not with Ivory’s press stunt—now painting herself as the “woman scorned who only wanted justice for a broken engagement.” God, the audacity.I’d seen manipulative. I’d lived with snakes.But this? This was venom fed straight into the veins.Sophia stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my study, arms wrapped around herself, face blank. Not sad. Not afraid. Just… still.And I hated it.I hated the stillness in her more than I hated the war that was brewing.I walked up behind her, slow, careful. “You should rest.”She didn’t turn. “I won’t sleep.”Neither would I

—Sophia’s POVI was able to locate the chapel building, eventhough it's been so many years since I crossed this part. The once lively chapel where children, adults,young teenagers hovered around, those times when life still felt safe. But now, the chapel building looked old and rejected as it stood like a forgotten wound on the edge the city. The racked stained-glass windows, overgrown ivy clawing at its stone frame, and a rusted iron gate that whined as I pushed it open.I stood at its threshold, my heart hammering in the walls of my chest, one foot on crumbling stone, the other still firmly planted in the reality I’d come from. The wind blew, it was colder here. Or maybe that was just my fear breathing down my neck.I convinced Ethan I had to do this alone. That Luna would bolt at the first sign of his presence. But I also knew he was nearby. I could feel him—watching, waiting, and I could also imagine that focused expression on his face with that burning need to protect me.But

—Sophia’s POVThe flash drive sat on the table, like a loaded gun that had just fired, even though no sound had gone off.I stared at it for too long, maybe hoping it’d melt into nothing. Or that what we saw earlier—the blood-smeared plastic, the picture of Maurice shaking hands with a man in gloves, the vial marked “AJ‑07”—was just some fucked-up mistake.But deep down, I knew.There was no mistake.Ethan has been quiet ever since the data was transferred. He stood by the window, his jaw tight, arms folded like he was trying everything he could to hold himself back from shattering every damn thing in the room.The silence between us stretched—it was heavy. It was mourning. It was like war drums before the battle.I finally spoke. “AJ-07. That has something to do with our son… doesn’t it?”He turned his gaze slowly towards me. “Yes.”That one word gave me a sudden discomfort in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around myself, protecting myself from a cold that wasn't there, but the chill

—Ethan's POVSophia’s words always hung in the silence like a loaded gun:She has a calm nature, but each time she said something—each time she made a statement in times like this, it always carried an unexplainable aura. "Then we make them run out of time first."I stared deeply into her beautiful eyes. Her long lashes still—not shaking shaking. Her eyes didn't carry softness, not in such a time as this. Not in the midst of this chaos—not tonight.Her hair was pulled back in a roughly braided twist, some of the strands clung to her cheek, sticking from the sweat and fear she tried so hard to hide. The baby moved slowly in her arms, stretching his little arms, unaware of the storm outside these walls, or the fire rising inside us. I touched his head, very lightly. Like he might shatter any moment. But he didn’t.But I might.“You built this place years ago?” Sophia asked, voice low, breaking the silence that stretched between them. “No. Andre did. I only funded it. Told him to di

—Sophia’s POVDarkness came like a final verdict. No warning. No flicker of grace.Just black.The screens. The lights. The soft whir of the ventilation system. All dead.The air thickened instantly, and my baby sobbed gently from the sling across my chest. My arms instinctively tightened around him, pressing his tiny body close to my heart. Like I could protect him from a world that kept spiraling out of control."James!" I shouted, panic rising like bile.Silence.Then a rattle. Footsteps. The faint sound of a weapon being cocked.James appeared in the doorway, lit only by the red glow of his emergency wrist torch. His face was rigid, jaw set like stone."Backup generators?" I asked, trying to hold onto something logical, something that made this feel like a malfunction—not sabotage.He shook his head once. Grim. "EMP. Tactical. Short-range. Close proximity. Someone doesn’t want us watching."My chest constricted.Ethan.——Ethan’s POVI didn’t stop moving.Every breath burned. My