Semua Bab A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Bab 101 - Bab 110

— Sophia’s POVI didn’t know how long I stayed there. My knees pressed into the steel floor. My face felt numb, my fingers clawed into the cold surface like digging hard enough could reverse time.My body shook.Not from the cold. From something deeper. Something darker.The silence between us was thick, deafening. Ethan didn’t speak. Just stood beside me, the heat of his presence the only proof I hadn’t completely fallen into hell.Irene was gone.Taken by… his twin? His shadow? I didn’t even have the words.But I knew the feeling. The terrifying crack of my soul splitting into two.I stood. Slowly. Like rising from a grave.“We need answers.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. Hollow. Ragged. “Now.”Ethan didn’t flinch. Just nodded.“We go to her.”“Ivory,” I whispered, hate twisting the name in my throat.He was already moving. I followed.---Biotek had become something else.The pristine, clinical headquarters Ethan had once ruled over had decayed into chaos. Lights flickered over

— Sophia's POVHe was gone.The door to the private holding room hung ajar. Metal twisted like something clawed at it from the inside. No alarms had gone off. No alerts triggered. Nothing.He vanished like smoke.I stared at the empty space where the twin had been restrained. The cuffs were on the floor, snapped. Not picked—snapped. Like his wrists had stopped caring whether they bled.Damien stood beside me, silent.Ethan hadn't arrived yet. He was upstairs with Irene, who hadn’t stopped crying in his sleep since we got back.I should’ve felt relief.Instead, I felt... hunted."How the hell did he get out?" I muttered.Damien shook his head. "I checked the feed myself last night. There was nothing. Then around 3:12 a.m., static. Full blackout.""And no backup?""Not inside the cell. It’s a failsafe room. The assumption was no one gets in... or out."I wanted to laugh. Cold and bitter.Of course, he got out.He was made from the same nightmare Ethan was.I turned and walked out.And t

— Sophia’s POV — It didn’t smell like death. It smelled sterile. Sharp. Metallic. Cold like dry ice. But it was death anyway. The gas seeped into my lungs before I even realized I was breathing it. I clutched Irene tighter against my chest, burying his head into my shirt, trying to shield him with everything I had. My heart rammed into my ribcage, wild and ragged like it was trying to claw its way out. Ethan’s arm wrapped around us both—tight, anchoring—his other hand reaching blindly for the keypad beside the metal door. “No use,” he rasped, coughing. “She cut the backup power.” “She planned this,” I whispered, trembling. “She planned this. Ethan…” “I know.” Irene whimpered, a tiny hiccup of sound that shattered me. I tilted my head up toward Ethan’s, and for the first time in all the madness, his eyes found mine—just looked at me, without words. No commands. No orders. Just raw, naked truth bleeding through the smoke. He was scared. The kind of scared that doe

—Sophia’s POVThe whole place became quiet.Too quiet.That kind of quietness that rang so loud. Loud silence— just like when the chaos has stopped but your heart is still trying to adapt.My ears buzzed. My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. I stood there, in shock, I stared at the way Liam's nose bled, honestly I felt no pity for him, and Luna too. Her lips were cracked, her lipstick smeared on the other side of her face, from where she had been slapped—again—I still couldn’t make sense of what had just happened.But they deserved it, for everything they had done to me. All I wanted was just them out of my life—our lives.But instead they chose to ruin me more. Ethan hadn’t just threatened them.He’d promised ruin.And when Ethan Williams made a promise... he didn’t go back on it.I felt his presence behind me. Heavy. Hot. A storm barely tethered. He hadn’t moved since he shoved Maurice aside and told Liam that the only reason he wasn’t already dead was because of me

— Ethan’s POVMarcus’s name hung in my mind like a bullet fired too close. Cameron.My trusted legal director. My confidant. My bloodline enforcer. And now—a leak."Say it again," I muttered, tone hollow."Cameron," Marcus replied, steady.Lightning struck in my chest.Cameron betrayed me. Sold our secrets: my offshore shifts, inheritance protocols, the works. To Maurice and Luna."Get eyes on him. Lock down every route." My words were stone, final."I saw it coming," I muttered later, to no one.At the penthouse, Sophia rocked gently in the nursery, cradle-side. The way she watched our son… it hit me, deep. I lingered by the doorway, breathing him in."You okay?" I asked. She met my eyes.She closed them. "Yeah. He kicked again."Relief mingled with dread.I confessed: "Someone leaked intel to Maurice." She tensed."I know who," I said, voice low.A beat. Then she patted the floor."Sit."I did.There, in the cocoon of crib’s shadow, I found something: vulnerability. She brushed knuc