All Chapters of A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

—Sophia's POVThe air in the room thickened with Ivory's words hanging in the silence. She was the opposite of the warmth beginning to develop in Ethan's house."What's mine." Her last words echoed in my ears, like a bell rang continuously, her eyes narrowing.I braced myself, refusing to allow her a glimpse of the shake in my fingers. "Ethan is your past, so he no longer belongs to you," I declared, my voice steady.She let out a harsh, mirthless laugh. "You truly think this has anything to do with Ethan? It's everything, the whole existence, the heritage, the kid."I had no opportunity to respond before Ethan was standing behind me, his expression unreadable. "Ivory, you are trespassing."She wheeled around to confront him, a smile twisting her lips. "Always so stuffy, Ethan. I came by to chat.""I don't have anything to say with you," he answered her dismissively."Oh,you're wrong," she whispered in a seductive voice, taking calculated steps, and almost leaning in closer towards Et

—Ethan's POVThe red paint was still wet. I could smell it—acrid, sharp. Almost sweet, like syrup over rot.I stood there for a second too long, calculating. The message wasn’t just a threat. It was a claim. A warning disguised as art. Maurice wanted me to feel exposed. Vulnerable. Watched.He failed.Sophia was behind me, breathing hard, her voice caught somewhere between fear and fury."We need to go," I said, low. "Not because we're scared. But because I have no intention of playing in his theatre."She didn't speak. Her silence said more than any scream could. She looked at the vandalized car, her jaw clenched tight, her shoulders squaredAnd something in her... cracked wider open. Not in weakness. In fire."They want war?" she murmured, her eyes locked on the blood-red letters. "Then let's give them one."My chest tightened.The woman I met at the coffee shop was gone.She’d become something else. Sharper. Realer.More dangerous.We didn’t wait for security. I called Andre, my h

—Ethan's POVThe image of the red dot centered on Sophia’s forehead burned into my mind. Maurice had crossed a line, and I was done playing defense.I turned to Andre. “Assemble the team. We’re going on the offensive.”He nodded and left the room, leaving Sophia and me alone.She reached out, taking my hand. I could feel her fingers shake lightly, but her eyes said something different—her eyes were steel.“You're not doing this alone Ethan,” she whispered.“I know I can't,” I said. “But it ends tonight.”She didn’t flinch. Not this woman. Not Aria.We barely spoke as we changed. Black on black. Tactical. Ready. I gave her one of the comms from the safe drawer and strapped a light Glock under her coat.She didn’t hesitate when she took it.An hour later, we were in the car, cutting through the midnight streets. Andre sat in the front beside the driver, issuing orders through his earpiece. Behind us, two more SUVs followed. Silent shadows.Sophia sat beside me, her posture stiff, alert.

—Sophia’s POV—“This isn’t just war anymore. It’s scorched earth.”Ethan’s voice rang continuously in my head long after the door clicked shut. It wasn’t what he said—it was how he said it. Like something in him had snapped. Quietly. Lethally.I sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in my towel, staring blankly at the headline on Andre’s phone, replaying it over and over in my mind like a cruel joke that kept reinventing its punchline.**Billionaire Julian Williams Impregnates Former Foster Child. Secret Ties Exposed.**There was no place to hide from it.My past, cracked open. My present, under siege. My unborn child, pulled into a war it didn’t ask for.I dropped the phone and covered my face with both hands, forcing air into my lungs.Thirteen.They used a photo of me at *thirteen.*My voice cracked as I whispered to no one, "They want to break me."But Ethan... he wouldn't let that happen. Not anymore.--—Ethan’s POVBy the time I reached the security room downstairs, Andre

Ethan’s POV—Tick. Tock.The voice crawled along the tunnel walls like smoke—thick, curling, choking.I stepped in front of Sophia, my arm out, shielding her. Andre’s gun was already raised, his back against the wall, body angled for defense.That laugh—it was too real. Too close.The flashlight flickered once, then went dark.Pitch black swallowed us.I reached for Sophia’s hand. Found it. Clenched it tight.“Backup light,” I barked.Andre clicked his watch. A faint red beam cut through the dark like a thread through a needle.But the hallway ahead was empty.No Isaac. No shadow. Just that voice. That laugh. Still echoing.Sophia's breath was trembling against my shoulder. "He was here.""Still is," Andre muttered.I scanned the tunnel’s curve. Every instinct in me wanted to run straight ahead, rip the bastard out of the dark. But instincts get you killed.I’d learned that the hard way."We pull back," I said.Sophia’s fingers gripped tighter. "No. We can’t. Not now."I turned to her