《Pregnant For The Wrong twin》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Ivy stood frozen at the intersection of fate, her breath shallow and ragged. On her left, a path of radiant light whispered peace, healing, and order. On her right, shadows twisted and churned, tempting her with power, vengeance, and unrestrained truth. The ground trembled beneath her as if the temple itself could not bear the weight of her decision.Behind her, Asher lay barely conscious, his blood staining the cracked floor. Elias stood farther back, confused and visibly struggling to piece together the chaos unfolding around him. Seraphina remained still, her expression unreadable, her violet eyes fixed on Ivy.“You must choose,” the Keeper's voice thundered, no longer angry but… eager.Ivy swallowed the lump rising in her throat. “And what happens if I don’t?”“You already have,” the Keeper replied darkly. “Even indecision tilts the balance.”“I didn’t ask for this!” she snapped. “I never wanted to be your vessel. I just wanted the truth!”Seraphina stepped forward slowly, her rob

The air in the sterile room crackled with electricity. Ivy gasped as another jolt of pain shot through her abdomen, sharper than the first. Her back arched, and her hands clutched the thin sheets as the temperature around her dropped to an unnatural chill.Then—a silence so thick it hummed.The monitors around her flickered and flatlined, their rhythmic beeping replaced by one long, deafening tone. The fluorescent lights above her head buzzed before exploding in a shower of sparks, plunging the room into darkness.Ivy's scream caught in her throat.From within her belly came another shift—this time deeper, as though her child was stretching, reaching. The walls seemed to vibrate with a pulsing energy, and then… the door burst open.Elias rushed in, followed by two others in white coats, their faces twisted in panic.“What’s happening?” one of them cried, rushing to the monitor.“The power’s dead—everything’s down!”Elias didn’t answer. He was staring at Ivy.No—at her belly.It glowed

The glow from Ivy’s mark faded slowly, leaving a strange, pulsing warmth behind. She collapsed onto the couch, breath shallow, skin clammy. Asher was already dialing someone on his burner phone, barking orders at whoever was on the other end.“Secure the perimeter. I want motion sensors active and drones scanning every ten minutes.”He hung up and knelt beside her. “Are you okay? What happened?”Ivy clutched her stomach, her voice hoarse. “There was a voice. In my head. It said… we have seven days.”Asher's expression darkened. “Seven days until what?”“I don’t know. But I think—” Her voice broke off as another contraction-like pain hit her, even though she wasn’t due yet. “It’s starting. Something’s happening to her.”Asher stood, pacing. “We need to leave. Now. This place isn’t safe anymore.”But Ivy wasn’t listening.Her eyes had locked onto the mark again. The hourglass now shimmered with particles—tiny specks of glowing red sand shifting as if gravity worked differently beneath h

The explosion rattled the earth like a furious beast awakening from slumber. Dust and debris clouded the air as chaos erupted inside the Sanctuary.Ivy was yanked backward by Asher just as a steel beam crashed where she’d stood. His arms wrapped protectively around her as red emergency lights flickered, painting the bunker in blood-colored shadows."Move!" Marla barked, her voice commanding, but Ivy couldn’t shake the strange echo She'd heard moments earlier earlier—metallic, inhuman.“She’s not who she says she is,” Ivy whispered to Asher as they darted through the corridor. “Marla… she’s compromised.”Asher didn't answer. His silence said everything.Half the facility was in flames. Screams echoed. The medic bay was gone—obliterated. Communications were down. Power was failing in sections. And whoever—or whatever—was attacking knew the layout intimately.“It’s surgical,” Asher muttered. “They’re not just attacking. They’re reclaiming her.”“Her?” Ivy asked.“You,” he said, eyes haun

The moment Ivy stepped into the Syndicate command room, the air shifted.It wasn’t just the vastness of the space or the eerie hum of machinery. It was the weight of being watched—by versions of herself that never lived, never breathed, but existed all the same. The walls, lined with screens, flickered with images of her face—each a different iteration. Some smiling. Others screaming. A few staring back, blank and soulless.Asher gripped her hand tightly, his face pale. Jaxon entered last, eyes wary.“This… isn’t what I expected,” Ivy whispered, her voice echoing in the silence.“This is where it all began,” Jaxon murmured. “And where it has to end.”Before Ivy could speak, the screens flickered simultaneously.Then a voice—smooth, commanding, and terrifyingly familiar—filled the room.“Welcome home, Ivy.”A door at the far end hissed open. From it emerged a tall man in a tailored suit, his silver hair slicked back, his eyes cold and calculating.He looked at Ivy like a collector admi