Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For The Wrong twin: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The forest was still around them, but Ivy felt like she had stepped out of time. The woman who stood before her wasn’t just a vision. She was flesh. Bone. Real.And identical.Killian instinctively stepped in front of Ivy, while Aiden slowly reached for his concealed weapon.But Ivy raised her hand. “No. I need to hear her.”The woman’s smile was eerie, like looking into a darker version of herself. Her eyes sparkled, not with warmth—but with power.“I go by Isolde now,” she said calmly. “You can call me… your shadow.”“My what?” Ivy asked, breath catching in her throat.Isolde tilted her head. “You don’t know what they’ve hidden from you, do you?”“Enough with the riddles,” Aiden growled. “Speak plainly or vanish.”“I’m her,” Isolde said. “From another timeline. One where I chose the Syndicate. One where I embraced Isla’s legacy instead of fighting it.”Ivy staggered. “That’s impossible.”“Is it?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed. “You ever feel déjà vu? Dreams that weren’t yours? Memories that

The silence in the safehouse was unsettling.Three days had passed since Ivy banished Isla from her body, but the residue of darkness lingered—thick in the corners, seeping through the cracks like a whisper waiting to rise again. Killian kept watch like a man expecting war. Aiden barely slept, retreating into notes and symbols only he understood. And Ivy? Ivy listened to her child.Because something had changed.Her daughter’s heartbeat echoed louder in her chest now—stronger, sharper, more aware.And she could hear thoughts that weren’t hers.It started with a dream.Ivy stood in a forest of white ash, surrounded by silence. A mirror appeared before her, and in its glass was her daughter—not yet born, but fully grown. Eyes like molten amber. Skin pale as moonlight. And behind the girl... stood Isolde. “She’ll take her shape,” the girl whispered, “if you let your guard down.”Ivy tried to speak but her reflection shattered. The world around her trembled. A thousand voices cried out,

The silence in the room was suffocating.Killian knelt beside Ivy, his hand gently brushing the hair from her face. But her eyes—those familiar hazel eyes—looked at him like he was a stranger. Not with fear, but with detachment, as if the thread that once tethered her soul to his had been carefully severed.“Ivy,” he whispered, barely breathing. “It’s me. Killian.”She blinked slowly, scanning the room, then looking down at her belly.“Why… why does it feel like I’m missing something?” she murmured. “Something important.”Killian swallowed the lump in his throat. “Because you are. You’re missing us.”She frowned, confusion clouding her features. “Do I know you?”Before he could answer, a faint shimmer rippled across the cracked mirror. Aiden’s body still lay limp in the corner, the orb of his essence completely drained by Isolde’s possession. Ivy—what remained of her—was whole again, but incomplete in the most devastating way.She had survived the ritual.But her love had not.In the

Ivy’s breath caught as the shadow stepped fully into the room.Aiden.But… not Aiden.His face was familiar, every angle etched into her memory—the high cheekbones, the scar beneath his jawline from their teenage misadventures, the stormy grey eyes that once softened only for her.But now, those eyes blazed with a golden fire that didn’t belong to him.It belonged to her.Isolde.Killian stepped in front of Ivy and the baby instinctively, shielding them both. His eyes narrowed, voice low and deadly.“What the hell did you do to him?”Aiden—or rather, Isolde—tilted his head, a smile curving his lips. “I warned you, didn’t I? You thought you could delay the inevitable by destroying the mirror. But I always leave myself a backdoor.”He flicked his wrist, and Mira’s protective runes dissolved like smoke in the air.The baby whimpered, the glow in her eyes dimming as the room grew colder.“Stay away,” Ivy whispered, cradling her daughter closer. “You won’t touch her.”“Touch her?” Isolde c

The storm outside rattled the windows as if the world itself sensed the shift that had occurred within the house. Ivy paced the hallway, her thoughts a mess of disbelief and horror.Isolde was inside her daughter.Not just a haunting presence. Not a temporary possession. No. She was genetically a part of her child.And Lyra—her little girl—was no longer a baby.She had aged overnight.When Ivy walked into the nursery that morning, she had found Lyra standing in the crib, her limbs longer, her hair fuller, and her smile… knowing. As if the innocence she should’ve had had never existed at all.“Mama,” Lyra had said, tilting her head. “Why are you afraid of me?”That question had shattered Ivy.And now, she couldn’t even bring herself to answer it.Downstairs, Mira, Isla, and Killian huddled around the scroll they had recovered from the underground chamber. The words shimmered on the ancient parchment, refusing to settle into one language, but Mira had deciphered enough to grasp the horr