The Twins He Never Knew のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

​The sound of rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse office was the only thing keeping me grounded. It was a violent storm, but it was nothing compared to the hurricane raging inside my chest.​"Read it again, Ms. Davis. I don’t pay for mistakes."​Liam Sterling’s voice was low, smooth, and terrified me more than the thunder. He stood by the window, his back to me, looking out over the city of New York like a king surveying a kingdom he wanted to burn down. Even from the back, he was intimidating—broad shoulders encased in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my grandmother’s entire house.​I looked down at the document on the mahogany desk. The paper was heavy, expensive, and cold under my fingertips.​SURROGACY AND PARENTAL RIGHTS RELINQUISHMENT AGREEMENT.​The bold letters seemed to scream at me.​"I’ve read it, Mr. Sterling," I said, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I hated how weak I sounded. I hated that my hands were trembling so badly I

​The air in the flower shop turned arctic. The scent of lilies and damp earth, usually so comforting, now felt like the smell of a funeral.​I stepped in front of Mia, shielding her from Liam’s predatory gaze. My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it. For five years, I had rehearsed this moment in my nightmares. I had imagined him coming for her, imagined him suing me, imagined him destroying my life.​But I hadn't imagined the boy.​I looked at the small child standing by the Maybach. He was the mirror image of Mia, but while Mia was a sunburst of energy, this boy was a shadow. His suit was perfectly tailored, his hair slicked back with military precision. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He just stared at Mia with wide, hauntingly familiar eyes.​My son. My arms ached with a sudden, violent physical longing to scoop him up.​"Nora." Liam’s voice was a low vibration that seemed to rattle the glass jars on my shelves. He stepped into the shop, his pre

​The Sterling Penthouse wasn't a home; it was an architectural statement of power. As the private elevator chimed and the doors slid open, I felt like I was stepping into a cold, futuristic museum. Everything was white marble, brushed steel, and glass. No photos on the walls. No stray toys. No warmth.​Mia gripped my hand tighter, her yellow rain boots squeaking on the polished floor. Beside us, Leo walked like a soldier, his gaze fixed on the floor.​"This is where you'll stay," Liam said, his voice echoing in the cavernous foyer. He signaled to a maid who appeared from the shadows like a ghost. "Martha will show you to the nursery suite. It has been... adjusted for two."​"Adjusted?" I asked, my voice tight. "You mean you’ve already erased the fact that Leo had his own space?"​Liam turned to me, his eyes hooded. "They are twins, Nora. You said it yourself—they were never meant to be apart. From now on, they share everything."​The way he said everything made a shiver of dread crawl

​The silence that followed the blackout was more deafening than the screaming wind. Liam moved faster than I thought possible for a man of his stature. He was at the balcony railing in a heartbeat, his roar of "Security!" shaking the very glass of the penthouse.​I stumbled toward the edge, my lungs refusing to take in air. "Mia? Leo!"​The balcony was empty. Forty stories above Manhattan, there was nothing but the cold, indifferent glow of the city below. My knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the freezing stone. They were gone. My vibrant, loud Mia and my silent, fragile Leo.​"They couldn't have just vanished!" I screamed, turning on Liam. I grabbed the lapels of his expensive suit, shaking him with a strength born of pure madness. "You said this was a fortress! You said they were safe here!"​Liam didn't pull away. For the first time, his eyes weren't icy; they were wide with a raw, jagged terror that mirrored my own. His hands came up, gripping my shoulders—not to push me, but t

​The world was a blur of white coats and the shrill, unrelenting scream of medical monitors.​"Clear!"​The sound of the defibrillator hitting Liam’s chest was a dull thud that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards under my feet. I stood frozen, my hands clawing at my own throat as I watched his body lurch.​Behind me, another team was huddled over Mia. My vibrant, sun-drenched daughter was now a pale porcelain doll, her curls fanned out against the linoleum floor as a nurse pumped air into her tiny lungs.​"I have a pulse on the girl!" someone shouted.​"She’s synchronized with him," the lead surgeon yelled, sweat pouring down his face. "If he goes, she goes. We need to stabilize Sterling now!"​I felt a small, cold hand slip into mine. I looked down. Leo was standing there, his face a mask of preternatural calm that was more terrifying than any scream. His eyes were fixed on his father.​"He won't leave," Leo whispered. His voice was still raspy, unused, but it held a certa