All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Boyfriend’s Twin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dominico’s Reckoning Dominico's POV The cold wind that slithered through the shattered glass of the abandoned estate felt like judgment. Dominico stood at the heart of the ballroom ruins, blood speckled across his cufflinks, jaw tight, and eyes burning with fury that only a betrayed king could understand. The silence around him was deceptive, it carried the weight of the betrayal he'd smelled coming but hoped to outrun. "Where the hell is Priscilla?" he growled, voice low, almost feral. Behind him, Matteo flinched. "She was seen heading south, near the docks. But we lost visual. Nikolai's people were spotted." Dominico's fingers twitched. "She's with Nikolai?" "That's not confirmed, " "It doesn't have to be," Dominico cut in. "If she's with him, she's either a hostage or a traitor. And I'll handle her accordingly." He turned and walked toward the ornate doors, now unhinged. His steps echoed like war drums against the marble, each one a promise. But behind his fury lay somet

Priscilla's POV"You're trembling," Kieran murmured as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of Priscilla's wrist. The night air was cool, but it wasn't the cold that had her quaking.She didn't look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the shadows lengthening beyond the courtyard, where Mitchell's silhouette had disappeared just moments ago. "I'm fine," she lied, voice too steady to be true. "Just tired.""Tired," Kieran repeated, skeptical, letting go of her hand. "That's not what this is. You've been different ever since Nikolai returned."At the mention of the name, her breath caught in her throat. Not because of fear, but rage. Disgust. Confusion. All tangled together in a knot too tight to unravel in the silence."He shouldn't be here," she said finally, each word bitten off like a blade sliding across glass. "Mitchell brought him into this house with that smug face, and you let it happen."Kieran didn't flinch. "He's my brother.""And she's your enemy." Priscilla turned to face

Beneath The AshesKieran stood by the high window of the east wing, watching dawn bleed into the sky like a wound that refused to close. The rain had stopped, but the wind still battered the ancient stone walls of the estate as if it wanted to blow them apart. The house felt quieter than it should. Too quiet for a place that had just survived betrayal, blood, and secrets clawed open in the dark.Behind him, the door creaked open. Priscilla stepped in, hair loose, eyes sunken with exhaustion she could no longer hide. She didn't bother knocking anymore , they had passed that boundary long ago."You've hardly slept," she said, voice low as she moved closer. Kieran didn't answer. His eyes stayed on the muddy path that led to the south gates. The same path Mitchell had used to vanish into the woods when she fled with what she stole , secrets, blood-bonds, loyalty that once seemed unbreakable."You can't stand here and watch for her," Priscilla went on. "She's not coming back. Not now."K

Kieran’s POV Kieran's POV Kieran's horse thundered along the muddy trail, hooves throwing clumps of earth into the cold wind. The forest closed around him like the ribs of an ancient beast, every branch an arm trying to hold him back, to pull him into the dark and swallow him whole. But his eyes never wavered from the distant ridge, where the burial tunnels lay beneath old rock , a maze of secrets, of the dead, of unfinished oaths. He could still feel Priscilla's stare burning between his shoulder blades. The way her voice had cracked when she'd realized who he'd always choose. The truth was, he'd chosen Selena long before he knew what that meant. Long before he learned that loving her would cost him everything. The horse stumbled on a root, nearly throwing him. He tightened his grip on the reins, his knuckles pale under the leather gloves. The night closed in tighter as the first flakes of snow drifted down. Of course there would be snow , Mitchell loved the symbolism. Blood

Shadows at DawnKieran's POVThe dawn had barely broken when Kieran rode back through the outer gates with Selena at his side, the icy mist of early morning clinging to their hair and cloaks. The guards lining the walls shifted uneasily as they dismounted , there was something raw in the way their lord moved now, something cold and final in his eyes.They left the horses with Cassian, one of the oldest stablemen, who nodded but didn't dare speak. The courtyard smelled of oil and steel; the scent of preparation. War brewed here like a storm gathering on the horizon.Inside, Priscilla was waiting at the grand table, its surface littered with maps, coded messages, and half-finished glasses of stale whiskey. She barely looked up as they entered, but her eyes flickered when she saw Selena at Kieran's side."You did it, then?" she asked, voice clipped.Kieran tugged off his gloves, throwing them on the table. "Mitchell is dead. Nikolai too."Priscilla's eyes darted to Selena, a sneer tuggi