Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For The Wrong twin: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm within Ivy.Rain lashed against the windows of the safehouse as Mira handed her a dagger—an old, curved blade with strange etchings along its edge.“What is this?” Ivy asked, holding it like it might burn her fingers.“A relic,” Mira replied, loading her weapon. “It belonged to your mother. And before her, her mother. It’s said the blood of the true heir can awaken its power.”Ivy stared at it. “You think I’m supposed to use this?”Mira gave her a hard look. “You’ll need it. Because what’s coming… is worse than anything you’ve faced.”Suddenly, Aiden cursed from the window. “They're circling the house. We’re surrounded.”Ivy’s pulse kicked into overdrive. “How many?”“Six. Maybe more.”Mira moved with precision, positioning weapons, checking escape routes. She handed Ivy a flashlight and gestured to a trapdoor beneath the floorboards.“If things go wrong, you get out through there. Don’t argue.”“I’m not leaving you,” Ivy said, gripp

The scent of smoke and moss hung in the air.Ivy stirred, pain slicing through her ribs as consciousness returned in broken fragments. She was lying on damp earth, her hands bound in enchanted silver. The dagger was gone.Above her, the sky churned with angry clouds, and the clearing was empty—eerily silent, as if the earth itself held its breath.Her baby kicked gently, reminding her she was not alone.“Ivy…” a voice whispered.She turned her head weakly.Aiden.He was slumped against a tree, his face bloodied but alive. The chains were gone—but he could barely move.“They took… your mother,” he rasped. “Killian… and someone else.”Ivy’s throat tightened. “Someone else?”Aiden nodded. “A woman… she looked like you.”Ivy froze.It couldn’t be…Before she could ask more, the ground trembled.A cloaked figure emerged from the forest, holding the glowing dagger in one hand—and a book in the other.Not Killian.This person moved with purpose, face hidden beneath a dark veil.“Ivy Hale,” s

The clearing reeked of gunpowder, sweat, and something unearthly. The unconscious bodies of the Dominion soldiers lay scattered like fallen chess pieces, their weapons untouched and their eyes closed as if in a trance.Ivy stood in the center, panting, her hands trembling. The shock of what had just happened reverberated in her bones. Her unborn child had spoken—not in words, but in sheer power. In will.And now, that will was no longer aligned with her own.“Ivy…” Mira’s voice was shaky. “That wasn’t you… was it?”Ivy swallowed hard. “No. That was them.”She looked down at her stomach, her heart beating louder than the footsteps of retreating soldiers. Her baby had defended her, yes—but there was something off. Something she couldn’t name.Something cold.Lilith limped toward her, clutching her side where a shard of bark had cut deep. “The child has chosen,” she whispered, her face pale. “But the question is—what have they chosen?”“What does that mean?” Ivy asked. “They’re just a ba

The wind howled through the ruins like a haunting whisper, as if the world itself recoiled from what had just been unleashed. Ivy clutched her abdomen, eyes fixed on the glowing rift in the sky. Her breath hitched as the air turned colder—too cold, even for a world at war.Aiden moved beside her. “Eidolon,” he muttered. “Spirits of the Rift. I thought they were only legends.”“They were,” Lilith said grimly, drawing a protective rune in the dirt. “Until your child called them.”“They didn’t call them,” Ivy said through clenched teeth. “They’re being hunted—by them.”The flames from the broken altar flickered as Isla stirred, her eyes fluttering open. But the golden light was gone. The child had released her. Ivy’s heart ached, not with pain—but with clarity.The connection was shifting.The Eidolon descended in silence, their figures shrouded in shadows that moved like smoke. Eyes glowed—silver, red, violet—all unnatural, all unblinking. They hovered just above the ground, watching, w

Ivy didn’t sleep that night.Not after Killian’s confession.He wasn’t Aiden’s twin.Not by blood.And the child she carried—bound to prophecy, fire, and ruin—had been claimed by a man who forged his place through deceit.The lie was buried deep, older than the war, older than her. And it explained everything.The unease Aiden always felt.The restlessness in Killian’s eyes.The fracture between fate and free will.Now, it was all unravelling—and Ivy was standing in the centre of the storm.She stood by the high window of the Archives, watching the stars disappear behind morning clouds. Her hand cradled her belly instinctively.The child inside her was still quiet. Too quiet.What are you waiting for?A knock came.She turned sharply.It was Mira.“We have a problem,” she said, her voice tight.“What kind?”“The High Tribunal wants to see you. Now.”---Council Hall – Dominion’s CoreThe circular chamber buzzed with tension as Ivy entered, flanked by Mira and Lilith. Aiden was already