Semua Bab A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

—Sophia The air between us was strange. Heavy, but not angry. More like… quiet before a storm. I changed into jeans and a loose hoodie. Nothing fancy. I didn’t ask him where we were going. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I cared enough to ask. Ethan didn’t say a word the whole time. Just waited in the hallway, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Cold, like always. But there was something different in his eyes this time. I couldn’t place it. He drove. Of course he did. I just sat there, my hands resting on my lap, trying not to shake. The city passed us by—gray, moody. Like it knew what was coming. I didn’t recognize the route. We weren’t heading to his office. Or the hospital. Or anywhere familiar. It felt like we were going backwards… into something buried. When the car finally slowed, I looked up—and my chest tightened. An old building. Brick. Faded windows. Gated front. It looked… forgotten. “What is this?” I asked, voice low. He didn’t look at me. “

—SophiaThe ride there was dead quiet, but not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful. No music. No small talk. Just Ethan’s fingers tapping the wheel like they had a mind of their own and his jaw locked so tight it looked like pain.I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t have the strength to. My head was still spinning from everything that had just unraveled. Julian. Aria. Me. Him. The test. The phone call. The silence between all the noise.He rolled up in front of that ancient stone house, the kind that seemed to be hiding from the rest of the world just beyond the city limits. It was one of those places that time just slipped right past, leaving it looking a bit worn and forgotten.Ivy clung to the cracked walls like it had grown tired of holding on, and all the windows were shut so tight, it felt like whatever memories lived inside were better left buried.“This was the first place I ever hated,” he muttered, cutting the engine.I stared at him. “What is this place?”“My uncle’s house.”

—SophiaThe sound tore through the air. A gunshot.Loud. Sharp. Like the world cracked open.Before I could scream, Ethan shoved me to the ground. Hard. His body crashed over mine. My back hit the marble—cold, unforgiving. His breath hit my cheek, ragged. Fast.“Don’t move,” he whispered. More like a warning than comfort.I couldn’t even breathe. My whole body froze.Another sound—footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Getting closer.Then—boom. Another shot.The chandelier exploded above us. Glass shattered and fell. Pieces hit the floor like tiny screams.Ethan pulled me behind the couch, his grip tight.“What the hell is going on?” I choked.He didn’t answer. Just reached into his coat.And pulled out a gun.My stomach flipped. “You’ve had that on you?”His eyes met mine. Cold. Like now wasn’t the time to ask.A voice echoed from the hall.“Julian Williams! You think you can erase me?”That voice—My whole body went numb.Maurice.It was him.Ethan’s face changed. Jaw tight. Stone-cold.“Stay her

—SophiaI couldn’t sleep.Not with her voice still ringing in my head.“I’ve already lit the match.”Ivory.I didn’t know her. I hadn’t even seen her. But just her name… it made my skin crawl. The way Ethan froze when he heard her voice. The way he didn’t answer when I asked who it was.It told me everything I needed to know.There are women who haunt. Who leave bruises even after they’ve gone. Ivory, whoever she was, still had a part of Ethan.Or maybe... a part of him was still hers.I sat by the window, knees to my chest, watching the lights flicker across the city skyline. It was late. Too late. The whole house was quiet. Except me.And him.He hadn’t come back upstairs. It’d been hours since he walked out of the study after the call. I told myself I didn’t care, but every sound from downstairs made my heart thump faster.I hated this.This uncertainty. This fear that no matter how close we got, something would always pull us apart again.Footsteps echoed faintly.Then the door cr

—SophiaIt’s weird how silence can feel louder than noise.Ethan hadn’t said anything since we got to the driveway.Not even after Felix confirmed that Natalie—his trusted assistant—had vanished with files, footage, and God knows what else. She’d been feeding Luna and Ivory everything. Every move we made. Every crack in the glass.I didn’t want to believe it either.But the photo of me sleeping… taken inside Ethan’s room…It was too real. Too close.There was no denying it now. We’d let the enemy sit at our table, pour our drinks, and hold our secrets.I followed Ethan into the house quietly. The staff didn’t say a word, acting like they couldn’t feel how tense everything was. Ethan didn’t stop to talk. He walked straight to his study room and slammed the door.I wanted to follow him.But I needed a second. Just one.I leaned my back against the wall, a million thoughts going on through my mind. My heart raced, and I felt like I was going to break. I felt so tired. So scared. And so a