Semua Bab A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Bab 41 - Bab 50

—SophiaThe silence in the car was now different.It wasn't the kind that rang out tense and ominous. It was. coarse. Dense. Like words hesitated to be uttered. Like facts hid behind superficial breathing shared. I could catch glances from Ethan's mind towards me now and then but his mouth remained sealed. Not yet.My fist clenched over that piece of crumpled paper in my pocket. That letter. Those words burnt into my skin as if they were branded with fire.**Find out from Ethan what actually happened to your foster father.**It kept me awake all night.I hadn't informed him yet—just because I didn't want to, but because I feared so. What if it were true? What if I had barely scratched the surface about Ethan's past?He took his car into underground penthouse parking and exited ahead of me and went directly to the elevator.Same Ethan.Cold. Blunt. But I was no longer even that Sophia anymore.I trailed him silently behind. Slammed metal doors locked and sealed us into the tight box

—Ethan’s POVThe document sat on the table between us like a loaded gun.No more secrets. No more half-truths. Just ink, blood, and the weight of legacy I never asked for—but one I was done running from.Russ stood at the far end of the room, his arms crossed, eyes sharp. Lucas was on the phone, coordinating the Zurich flight, logistics, private security, and tracking Maurice’s last known moves.And Sophia—no, Aria—sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers grazing the edge of the adoption form I handed her. Her brows were furrowed, but she wasn’t trembling anymore. She looked like a woman who had nothing left to lose.“I don’t get it,” she finally whispered. “Why go so far to bury us both?”I exhaled. “Because the truth—our truth—is expensive. And men like my uncle, like Maurice… they knew if it ever came out, they’d lose everything.”Her eyes lifted to meet mine. “And now?”I didn’t blink. “Now, they will.”That snake had been coiling in the shadows all along.Sophia looked down at

—Sophia's POVI didn't know whether my body or my mind weighed more.I lay staring up at the luxurious velvet ceiling of the Zurich suite and couldn't blink, couldn't sleep, couldn't switch off my brain. There wasn't enough movement in the air. Too costly. Not mine. None of it was mine.The bedclothes felt refreshing against my skin but did nothing to reassure me. Not with Maurice's words ringing in my head still. Not with the sound of Ethan's breathing—constant but heavy with all that remained unspoken."I can't sleep," I said drowsilyEthan replied from across the other end of the room. "I can't sleep either."I sat up slowly, drawing my knees to my chest. He stood near the floor-to-ceiling window again, half-concealed in shadows, the moonlight outlining the sharp edge of his jaw."Still thinking over what Maurice said?" I asked, although I knew already."No," Ethan replied. "I'm trying to figure out what I didn't tell him."There was silence once more. I hated this—being in a spo

—Sophia’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not really. Maybe I drifted off at some point, lulled by the faint hum of surveillance equipment and the warmth of Ethan’s jacket draped over me. But my mind never really shut down. Not when the world outside was sharpening its knives.Ethan hadn’t come back to the cot after Russ showed him that video. I knew he wouldn’t. That wasn’t how he worked. He stayed up, planning, watching, calculating a hundred steps ahead like the strategist he was—ruthless, cold, composed. And somehow, even with all that steel in his spine, I’d seen something else crack through.He touched my hand. Just briefly. But it was enough.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The artificial lights had brightened again—morning, according to the bunker’s clock. It was morning but it didn't feel like it. It felt like time had stopped counting, and we were trapped in what seemed like something unexplainable. I found Ethan seated in front of the wall of screens. Back straight. Eyes fixed. Like a

—Sophia’s POVLucas stretched the paper towards me, after Ethan has signaled him to pass it to me.I looked down at the paper. Uncreased. Unrushed. Like she’d placed it wherever she did with care. Like it mattered to her how I’d find it.The letter wasn’t long. One page. No perfume. No blood. Just… words.My hands trembled before I even unfolded it.---Sophia,I didn’t plan to say goodbye. I don’t think I deserve that privilege. But I couldn’t leave without writing this.You deserve the truth—not for closure, just for clarity.I didn’t love Liam. I convinced myself I did because he wanted you. And I’ve spent too long trying to become everything you are instead of being who I am. I hated the way people looked at you. The way they saw light when I was standing in the same damn room.So I ruined you. For what? A man who couldn’t even stay loyal to the woman he claimed to love?I thought breaking you would fix me. It didn’t.You have every right to hate me.I hate me too.I’m leaving be