All Chapters of Deceitful Twin:A sister's shadow : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett's POV I had never been good at waiting.Especially not like this—locked in my room, stripped of control, left to wonder what was being said without me. Every tick of the clock on the wall made my spine tighter, my breath shallower. I had paced the floor so much I was sure the carpet would have a path worn through by the time someone came to get me.But no one did.Not Anna. Not one of the guards. Not even some low-ranking wolf with half a brain and enough fear to run messages for me.I heard voices hours ago, low and muffled beyond the thick walls. But then… nothing. Like someone had muted the entire world outside my door.I had checked my reflection twice already. My hair was perfect. My lips tinted just enough to look natural. My eyes outlined in soft brown, not too heavy, not too bare. I knew how to look like the calmest person in any room. I had trained for it. I’d survived with it.But this silence? It was calculated. And it was making my fingers itch.So when the knock

Astrid's POVI hate her guts. I hate everything about her.The way she tilts her chin, pretending the world owes her something. The way her lips curve in that smug little smile that people somehow still believe. I’ve seen liars. I’ve heard lies. But Scarlett? Scarlett breathes them.She stood there like nothing touched her. Like she wasn’t the reason I spent years hiding my son. Like she hadn’t looked me in the eye just now and called him her child.She even called him Calen.I curled my fingers into fists at my sides, my sharp nails digging into my palms. It was the only thing keeping me from lunging across the table and wiping that painted look of sympathy off her face.Liam stood just a step behind me. His silence was a wall between my rising anger and the urge to shout. And Ethan—he stood off to the side, arms crossed, eyes locked on Scarlett. His jaw was tight, but unreadable.No one spoke at first.Liam finally stepped forward. “There’s a way to prove it. Call the seer.”Scarlet

Astrid’s POVI was lead to a room after a long walk by a maid. I was tired. Bone-deep and soul-hollowing tired, but my body refused to settle.The room Ethan had shown me to was quiet, dimly lit, and far too large for someone with a mind this loud. It was painted royal blue and gold, with art design patterns around it. It was as if it was for seen that I will be spending a night here, because the colour happens to be my favorite. I almost chuckled in disbelief as I think that Ethan knows the little things about me. I trace my hands across the design patterns, noting the distinct and unique pattern they are drawn. I’d folded the duvet back and slipped beneath it an hour ago, but sleep was nowhere near. It wasn’t even teasing me from a distance. My thoughts had barricaded the door.I turned again, this time facing the wall, the sheets tangled around my legs. I stared at the gray shadows the lamp carved across the floor and let my jaw tighten as Scarlett’s voice echoed in my head.He’s m

Ethan's POV"Fuck!" I said quietly to myself but with the intended force. Way to go, seriously, now Astrid will no longer see me as only an enemy, but a pervert and a cheat too. But the truth was that no matter how hard I tried, I could not stop staring at her boobs. They were so firm and so... inviting. I could barely control myself around her. I wanted to fling whatever white piece she used to cover herself and bend her down to her knees. But I couldn't, and I allowed the mental image leave my head immediately because she was not my woman. 'Keep telling yourself that' an inner mind whispered to me, and I cussed even more.I had to walk into my room and convinced myself that Astrid wasn't mine to own. I tried so hard, but I ended up jerking off to her name in the shower, but even that wasn't enough.I sighed and walked towards Scarlett's room, determined to remove every imprint of Astrid in my head through her. But I was wrong. The moment I entered into her room, I kissed her deeply and

Ethan's POV Some days announce themselves with thunder. This one arrived with quiet dread.The sky was dull grey at dawn. No birds, no breeze, just a stillness that made the house feel like it was holding its breath. I sat at the edge of the bed for a long time, boots half-laced, staring at nothing. My shirt clung to my back, damp with sweat, though the morning air was cool.The day has finally begun.To be honest, the day’s activities moved so fast. First, I sent two of my most trusted men to bring the Seer — Dallan and Reeve. They didn’t ask questions. No one did. Not today.Next, I did a round check on everyone, just to be sure they were still breathing. I wish that was an exaggeration. With this kind of tension, it wouldn’t surprise me to find someone dead before the Seer even spoke a word.The house was bursting with activity — too much movement for how quiet everyone was. It wasn’t the usual morning chaos of servants and guards. This was different. It was controlled and tense,