Todos os capítulos de A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

—Ethan’s Pov —Her smile was venom wrapped in silk.“To help,” Ivory had said. And then: “To destroy everything.”I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t afford to. My grip tightened around Sophia’s hand, not to comfort her—but to remind myself she was still real. Still here.Ivory stepped forward. Heels clicking against rusted concrete like the ticking of a goddamn bomb.“Why do you look so surprised? ,” she said. “I guess you were thinking you could hide from the truth right?, Julian?”That name. Like nails down my spine.Sophia stiffened beside me.“Stop calling me that name, Ivory,” I growled with annoyance.“Why not?” Her smile curved crueler. “That’s who you are underneath all this... billionaire armor. The orphan boy who ran. The liar. The coward.”I stepped forward. She didn’t flinch. She wanted a reaction. A crack.She wouldn’t get it.“What do you know about the video?” Sophia asked, voice tight, raw.Ivory tilted her head. “Oh, darling. So polite.” Her eyes dropped to Sophia’s stomach.

—Sophia's POV—"The experiment isn’t over. It’s only just begun."Ethan's words hung in the air, a chilling echo that refused to fade . I stared at the photo once more—Clarissa's face, the girl beside her, their eyes hauntingly familiar. A mirror of mine. A mirror of Ethan's. "Bring her in," Ethan commanded, his voice reverting to its usual cold precision.Andre nodded and exited the room.I held onto the envelope tighter, the keycard inside it kept pressing hard against my palm. I had a lot of questions swirling in my mind, each one of them needed an answer. "What is the plan when she begins to speak up?" I whispered.Ethan's gaze met mine. "We listen. But we trust nothing until we see proof."The door creaked open. Clarissa entered, her posture poised, eyes scanning the room with calculated calm. She wore a tailored white coat, reminiscent of a lab uniform. Behind her, the girl from the surveillance footage followed. She appeared younger than expected, perhaps nine years old, cl

—Sophia's POVThe room had gone silent.The screen was still black. Blank. I couldn't get my mind off the last word as it echoed in my head like a bell that wouldn't stop ringing.Sister."This seems impossible," I said again, and I realized the words didn't even come out from my mouth.Ethan's gaze was not on me. He just stood there, his fists clenched, jaw flexing as if his bones could crack open the truth."It is," he said after a beat. His voice was low. Controlled. But beneath it, I could hear it—that ripple of disbelief. Of fury.My legs didn’t feel like they were mine as I crossed to the small portable screen and sat in front of it, elbows on knees, hands trembling like a child’s.The screen blinked once.Then again."What if she's not just watching us?" I murmured. "What if she knows where we are?"Ethan moved.Fast.He slammed the laptop shut and snatched the drive from the port. The movement startled Elara from sleep on the couch. She sat up, blinking fast, curls sticking to

—Sophia’s POVThe car kept moving, but my heart felt frozen.The woman vanished from where she stood. No trace. No sound. Only the wind that seemed to whisper, I remember you.Elara in my arms, asleep. Her curly head pressed against my chest, her body warm but limp from exhaustion. There was no fear on her face. Just a strange, heavy quiet, like something in her had dimmed.Ethan gripped the steering firmly, His voice was low, the kind of low that vibrated more in your chest than your ears.“She shouldn’t have done that.”Andre twisted from the front passenger seat, glancing between us with a tight expression.“Phase through metal? Haunt a child’s dreams? Or just show up like a ghost in the flesh?”Ethan kept quiet, he didn't need to say a word. I could see how hard he tried to bury his emotions through his clenched jaw. As we went deeper, everything felt more serious, the loud hum of the vehicle did no justice. He pressed down on the gas.Above us, the clouds gathered like silent

— Sophia’s POVThe first thing I noticed was her silence.Elara didn’t flinch. No tears. No startled blink. Just that unnerving stillness—wide, dark eyes that looked like they belonged on a child but felt decades old.I noticed the way she stood by the doorway, it was too obvious that she hadn’t wandered in by accident.“You…” My voice nearly broke. I placed one hand over my stomach, pulling in a shaky breath. A lifeline.Ethan’s footsteps came, barely making a sound behind me. I felt his calm tension—like steel wound tight. His voice was soft but cutting through the hush.“Elara.”She turned her head. For a moment, she blinked—human. Then the smile slid across her face.It wasn’t joy.It wasn’t sweetness.It was… wrong.She stepped forward, bare feet against marble, like she’d rehearsed for this moment.“I was supposed to stay asleep,” she said, voice quiet—like she’d practiced in a silent room.My chest stung. “What… Do you mean?”“She called me.” She looked at Ethan. “The mirror di