Semua Bab A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

— Sophia’s POVI couldn’t scream.Not because I wasn’t afraid. I was.But because something deeper than fear had rooted in me—something colder. Like the numb silence after a bone snaps and the pain hasn’t caught up yet.I stared at the blinking red panel.A breach.Inside the house.Inside Ethan’s house.Inside my room.No. No, no,—I stood to my heel and I exited from the balcony, my breath unsteady in my throat, my legs nearly hit the furniture beside the doorway, My voice cracked out of my throat , "Ethan—!"Not loud enough. Still nothing.Not even an echo.I grabbed the nearest thing I could find—a crystal lamp—then I pressed myself against the wall, my eyes sweeping every inch of the building. I could feel the shadows didn’t move, they were still, I could feel it. The panel blinked again.Then it stopped.Back to green.I didn’t move.Not until I heard the handle of my door twist from the outside.Too slow to be urgent. Too deliberate to be casual.I raised the lamp, this wa

—Sophia’s POV—We left before sunrise.No suitcases. No drawn-out goodbyes. Just a quiet, heavy silence that clung to the air like smoke.We didn't go with much, just a little luggage we Andre packed—documents, tech, essentials—into the armored SUV. I stood at the doorway, lost, looking back at the house one last time. The shadows felt alive still, even though it was still day. I could still hear the walls whisper, the only difference now was that it didn't sound like ghosts.The sounds were like existing memories trying to die. Ethan came up behind me. Said nothing. He just waited.And I walked.The drive was a silent one. It was just the faint hum of tires and the occasional buzz of Andre’s radio. Ethan's gaze was not on me, but then I could feel his energy around me—firm, unreadable. Just as if something inside him had unraveled too far to be rewound.I turned my face to the window.“Are you okay?” I asked finally, soft.His jaw ticked. Just once.“No.”He didn’t elaborate. He d

—Sophia’s POV—Luna’s smile never reached her eyes. Sharp, precise, practiced.She sat across from me at that rooftop lounge—cold glass table between us. Wind scraped across my arms, reminders that nothing felt warm anymore. Luna hadn’t changed much—poised, perfect color, elegance as armor.“You look… fuller,” she began with that smirk, glancing at my belly. “Pregnancy suits you.” Her tone throbbed with meaning. “You always wanted to be a mother.”I didn’t blink. I watched her. Every movement, every blink.“Why did you ask me here?” I demanded.She twirled her empty straw. “Well, I'm just being so curious,” she said slowly. “I'm so eager to see how it feels to be the center of all this.” She spat out the last word as if it burned her tongue.I lifted my chin. “You know they’re coming for me.” I meant Maurice, but Luna was more dangerous. “You know what he’s planning.”She half-laughed. “What isn’t he planning? The man was practically born with a vendetta strapped to him.” Her eyes gli

—Sophia’s POVI held my son tighter, my arms trembling under his tiny weight. He had fallen asleep again—mouth parted, lashes dark and long against his flushed cheeks.But I couldn’t sleep.Because I saw her.That woman—the one in red heels, blonde hair cascading like polished threads of warning. Ivory. Even her name tasted like cold steel in my mouth.The livestream had ended, but my eyes were still locked on that final frame. Frozen. Etched into my mind.She smiled. Not at me. Not even at Ethan.She smiled at the baby.My breath wouldn’t steady. My skin felt like it didn’t fit right anymore.I pressed the emergency call button. A nurse rushed in.“I need to speak with Ethan,” I said, forcing my voice not to crack. “Now.”She hesitated, glanced at the baby, then nodded.Less than a minute later, he appeared. Silent. Controlled. Still in the tailored suit from the courtyard—minus the jacket. His sleeves were rolled up, and there was a pulse of scarlet staining his cuff. Maurice's blo

—Ethan's POVIt was supposed to be over.We had them. Maurice and Luna. Caught. Exposed in front of everyone during my grandfather’s birthday. The satisfaction of watching their masks fall away, of Luna's scream and Maurice’s silence as the cuffs clicked around their wrists—that moment was seared into my memory.And yet, here we were.Sophia’s hand held mine tightly, showing her pale knuckles. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the footage that was playing out before us in the security room.“This is Impossible,” I muttered, jaw tight.The screen showed the inside of the holding cell. Empty.Just hours ago, Maurice and Luna had been locked in there. We saw it. We were told the process was ongoing. That they'd be charged, investigated, held.And now?Gone.Sophia turned to the officer standing nearby. "How did this happen? Where are they?"The officer—new, unfamiliar—shifted uncomfortably. “We’re... looking into it. There might’ve been a transfer. Miscommunication, maybe. I’ll need to