All Chapters of The Twins He Never Knew: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

​The sky didn’t tear; it unzipped. It was a surgical, clinical sound—the noise of a high-end garment being opened by a cold, metallic hand. The perfect blue of the 401st Chapter, the sky Kael had sacrificed his very existence to paint, was being peeled back to reveal a grid of glowing violet neon and sterile white light.​"Nora, get to the Cradle!" Elia screamed, her voice cracking as the peaceful meadow began to vibrate with the hum of a thousand synchronized engines.​Nora didn't wait. She scooped up the infant—the boy with one green eye and one amber—and sprinted toward the golden willow tree that was the last physical anchor of her father’s spirit. As she ran, she looked up. The "Publishers" didn't arrive in the jagged, ink-stained ships of the Author. These vessels were sleek, chrome, and terrifyingly symmetrical. They bore a logo that pulsed with a steady, corporate rhythm: a stylized Infinity Symbol wrapped in a silver-bar code.​"They aren't deleting the world," Nora whispered

​The air in the basement didn’t just change; it refracted. The heavy, rain-scented oxygen of the Noir-World was suddenly pierced by the electric ozone of a thousand servers humming at once. The damp brick walls of the Last Draft began to pulse with fluorescent violet circuitry, the "Genre-Collision" turning the shadows into jagged, low-resolution wireframes.​[CRITICAL ALERT: NARRATIVE STABILITY 8%... CROSSOVER EVENT INITIATED.]​Nora stood paralyzed, her boots sinking into the floor as it transitioned from solid wood to a shimmering liquid-code interface. In the doorway, the figure of Mia Davis—the mother Nora had only known as a tragic footnote, a ghost of the "Muted Years"—flickered with terrifying intensity. This wasn't the woman from Kael’s memories. Her hair was a waterfall of flowing binary, and her eyes were glowing blue "Hex-Ports," scanning the room with the dispassionate precision of an antivirus program.​"Target identified," the Cyber-Witch Mia whispered, her voice a laye

​The Grand Ballroom of the Pierre Hotel was a sea of black ties, champagne flutes, and predatory smiles. For the elite of Manhattan, this was a gala; for Nora Davis, it was a firing squad.​She stood at the top of the marble staircase, her breath hitched in a throat constricted by a diamond choker that felt like a leash. Her dress was a masterpiece of midnight-blue silk, chosen by Kael to project power, not grace.​"Smile, Nora," Kael’s voice whispered in her hidden earpiece. He was somewhere in the crowd below, playing the role of the distant, disinterested billionaire. "Julian Vane doesn't buy assets that look broken. He buys assets that look like they’re worth conquering."​Nora descended, her heels clicking like a countdown. At the bottom of the stairs stood Julian Vane.​Up close, he was even more terrifying than the reports suggested. He didn't have the "Algorithm's" coldness; he had something worse—Charisma. He looked at Nora not as a bride, but as a hostile takeover he had alr

​The silence in the bridal suite was more violent than a scream. Julian’s hand tightened around Nora’s wrist, his grip like a vise of cold steel, while his eyes remained glued to the glowing screen of his phone. The image of the empty penthouse—the vacant space where Nora’s life had been anchored only hours ago—flickered like a taunt.​"Where is he?" Julian’s voice was a low, guttural rasp, stripped of its corporate polish. He leaned in so close that Nora could smell the sharp tang of bourbon and the ozone of his fury. "Where did your father take that child, Nora? If you think this 'disappearing act' earns you leverage, you’ve severely miscalculated the depth of my patience."​Nora’s heart was drumming against her ribs, but for the first time in the House of Vane, she felt a spark of something other than terror. She felt Vindication. Kael had played them all. He had used the gala as a diversion, sacrificing his public reputation to secure the only thing that actually mattered: Leo.​"I

​The silence that followed Leo’s scream was absolute, a vacuum that sucked the breath from the lungs of every titan in the room. The golden light radiating from the infant’s eyes didn't just illuminate the bridal suite; it burned away the pretense.​The "Collection Notice" in The Chairman’s hand didn't just catch fire—it turned into fine, white ash that drifted upward, defying the gravity of the room. The Elder Vane’s silenced pistol felt suddenly heavy, its internal mechanisms seizing as if the very metal refused to cooperate with the intent to kill.​"What is this?" the Elder Vane hissed, his voice cracking for the first time in thirty years. "This wasn't in the dossier. The child is a biological asset! He is a human variable!"​Kael Davis stood frozen in the doorway, the pen still gripped in his hand like a useless splinter. He looked at his grandson—the child he had tried to "Hard Reboot" into a normal life—and saw the one thing he had feared most. The "Cosmic Friction" of their p