All Chapters of A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

—Sophia's POV The storm outside raged louder, but it was nothing compared to what roared inside me.Ivory.And Luna.Together.That combination was gasoline and a lit match—and we were the target.I barely blinked as Ethan barked orders into his phone, his voice cold and direct. "I want cameras on every block she could walk. I want the building bugged. If they so much as breathe wrong, I want to hear it."He hung up, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. The kind of rage he wore wasn’t loud. It simmered. Quiet, lethal.“What do you think they’re planning?” I asked, my voice hoarse.He didn’t answer right away. He just stared through the rain-slicked glass as if he could see through buildings, through lies, straight into their intentions.“She’s not back just to gloat,” he finally said. “Ivory doesn’t waste effort unless she’s aiming to finish something.”“And Luna…?” I asked.His eyes flicked to mine. “Luna’s petty. Easily manipulated. Ivory’s using that. Feeding her ju

—Sophia’s POV I couldn’t breathe. The voice on the phone was calm—too calm. Measured like a scalpel. And every word sliced deeper than the last. “I was paid… but not by Maurice. He’s just the face.” A pause. Then a slow inhale, like she was savoring this. “There’s someone else behind this. Someone who’s been planning it longer than any of you realize.” I swallowed. Hard. My throat burned. My fingers dug into the armrest as Ethan leaned closer, trying to catch the voice. “Who are you?” I asked again, this time sharper. Louder. “I used to work at the clinic,” she replied, soft. Almost nostalgic. “I handled records. Samples. It was supposed to be just another job—until I got an offer I couldn’t refuse.” My heart pounded. “You… you were the one who switched the donor?” She chuckled. “Sweetheart, I did more than switch the donor. I buried the real paperwork. Scrambled the files. Do you really think a place like that doesn’t have a backup plan?” I pressed the ph

—Sophia’s POVI stared at Ethan like I didn’t know him.Because right now, I didn’t.Not the man holding that weathered journal. Not the one looking at me like this wasn't the moment everything cracked.Like my whole life hadn’t just been rewritten in front of me."We were never random." he said.My heart stuttered."What did you just say?"His eyes didn’t flinch. Cold. Too calm. That calm that only ever shows up right before something explodes."She designed it. All of them, the clinic, the orphanage. The records. Everything about you and me."He hesitated, then said it.—"Us" It didn’t feel real.Not the silence that followed. Not the pressure blooming behind my ribs.Not the fact that Clarissa Wren—dead, buried, forgotten—was still pulling our strings like we were marionettes stitched together in her lab.I took a step back. Then another."So what, are we now an experiment now? Is that what we are now?”Ethan’s jaw clenched. "Sophia, you're not some experiment." "But you are?"

— Ethan’s POVTen minutes.That’s what Marcus said. Ten fucking minutes until hell tore through these walls. And all I could hear was the hum of those pods.Aria‑02. Julian‑03.More versions of us than should ever exist.I stared at them, frozen. My breath fogged the pod glass, and inside lay a child no older than five—suspended in some nutrient fluid, eyes closed, lips the same as Sophia’s, eyes the same as mine. Even the bangle was replicated. A stolen memory locked inside glass.Sophia’s hand clutched mine harder. She hadn’t screamed. She hadn’t pleaded. I could feel the burning grief in her squeeze—an anger that ran deeper than fear.This wasn’t a lab.This was a crucible.And we were standing in its epicenter.“We don’t have time to shut them all down,” I muttered.She nodded, voice hollow: “Then we blow it up.”Her words weren’t desperate. They were inevitable. Words you spoke when the world had shattered beneath your feet and only ruin made sense.I moved fast. A wall of contr

—Sophia's POVClarissa.The name hit like a second shot to the chest—and this time, I felt it.Not from pain.From betrayal.From memory.From every damn lie we'd built our survival on.She should've been dead. I saw it. The flames. The collapse. Ethan standing over what was left."You..."The word barely escaped my lips.She was exactly as I remembered her. No. Worse. Because her smile wasn't just cruel now—it was victorious."Hello, Aria," she purred, stepping into the cabin like she owned it.Ethan shifted in front of me so fast I barely saw it. His body a barrier. A shield. But his silence was volcanic. Ready to erupt.She laughed softly. "Still playing the protector, Julian?"My stomach twisted. The way she said his real name. Like it was hers to touch.Ethan didn’t blink. "How are you alive?""You should know by now," Clarissa said, removing her gloves one finger at a time, "that I'm very good at faking death.""Phase Two," I whispered. "You said it begins now. What does that me