Alle Kapitel von Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Chapter 91 – The Lie We Built“Intervention accepted?”The voice wasn’t mechanical.That was the problem.It wasn’t neutral.It wasn’t synthetic.It sounded… familiar.Not like mine.Not like the replica.Not like the newcomer.Closer.The metal surface beneath the dock finished shaping its reflective projection.A face stabilized.And for half a second—I thought it was Ariana.Not exact.But close enough that my brain flinched.Marcus saw it too.“What the hell—”The projection shifted.Facial structure recalibrating.Eyes adjusting.Then it stopped morphing.And settled.On me.But younger.Five years younger.Before the project.Before continuity.Before any of this.Ariana took a slow step back.“That’s not predictive modeling,” she said.“That’s memory.”My stomach dropped.“How would it have that?”Eli looked at me like I already knew the answer.The beam across the skyline intensified.Nodes flickering back into synchronized alignment.The distributed system temporarily pausin

Chapter Ninety Three— The Sound After the ShotThe gunshot didn’t echo.It swallowed the air.For one suspended second, there was nothing. No screams. No footsteps. No breath.Just the ringing in Ariana’s ears.Then chaos tore through the warehouse.Metal screamed as someone crashed into a stack of crates. A body hit the concrete. Someone cursed. The smell of gunpowder bled into the dark, sharp and metallic.“Ariana!” Mason’s voice. Close. Panicked.“I’m here!” she shouted back, but even to her own ears, she sounded far away.Her hands were shaking so hard she couldn’t feel her fingers.Another sound — a groan.Low. Pained.Too close.Her eyes adjusted just enough to make out shadows moving. The emergency exit sign flickered red against the far wall, casting everything in a dim, hellish glow.And that’s when she saw him.Ryan was on his knees.Blood soaked through the front of his shirt.Time stopped.“No,” she whispered.Her body moved before her mind did. She dropped beside him, han

Chapter Ninety-Five — The One They ChoseThe door didn’t just burst open.It shattered.Wood splintered inward. Metal screamed against concrete. Flashlights cut through the red warehouse glow in violent white beams.“Drop the weapon!”The twin didn’t flinch.Not even a twitch.Her eyes were still locked on Ariana.You’re not the original.The words echoed louder than the sirens.The gun shifted.Not toward the police.Back toward Ariana.Mason moved first.He shoved Ariana sideways just as the shot rang out.The bullet hit concrete.Sparks exploded.Caleb tackled the twin.The gun skidded across the floor.Two officers lunged forward, pinning her arms behind her back. She didn’t fight.She smiled.That was worse.Ariana scrambled up, heart hammering so violently she thought she might black out.“Are you hurt?” Mason grabbed her face, checking her, his hands shaking.“I—I don’t—”Her words died.Across the warehouse, near the stairs—Ryan was standing.Not running.Not restrained.Watc

Chapter Ninety-Seven — Dead Girls Don’t Choose“You’re coming home.”The words didn’t sound like a threat.They sounded like a fact.Ariana didn’t move.Neither did Mason.The twin stood in the doorway, wind pushing her hair back, police lights washing her face blue and red like she belonged to both sides of the law.“Home where?” Caleb demanded.The twin’s eyes never left Ariana.“Where she was supposed to be.”Ryan’s voice cut in, sharp. “Stop speaking in riddles.”She finally looked at him.“You already know.”Something unspoken passed between them.Ariana saw it.That was worse than anything.“You said you woke up and they told you everything,” Ariana said slowly, staring at Ryan. “Everything about the twins.”He hesitated.Just a second.Too long.The twin smiled faintly.“Oh,” she murmured. “He didn’t tell you?”Mason stepped forward. “Tell her what?”Ryan’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t the time.”“It’s exactly the time,” Ariana snapped.Silence dropped like a blade.Ryan dragged

Chapter Ninety-Nine — The Other Side of Me“I’m tired of sharing.”The reflection’s lips moved.Ariana’s did not.Her breath stalled halfway in her lungs.No one else reacted.The twin was staring at the man in the gray suit. The man was watching Ariana. The screen was still glowing white.But the reflection—The reflection was alive.Ariana lifted her hand slowly.Her reflection kept smiling.Didn’t lift hers.Didn’t mirror her.It leaned closer to the glass.Close enough that Ariana could see the faint crack in its lower lip.A scar she didn’t have.“Do you see that?” Ariana whispered.“See what?” the twin asked.“The scar.”“What scar?”The reflection’s eyes shifted.Not at Ariana.At the man behind her.It blinked once.Deliberately.The man in gray folded his hands behind his back.“Phase Two requires voluntary alignment,” he said calmly.“Voluntary?” the twin barked. “You dropped her through the floor!”“You misunderstand,” he replied evenly. “That was merely access.”Ariana’s h