Todos os capítulos de The Twins He Never Knew: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 16

​The heat from the jet engine was a physical wall, scorching the air in my lungs. Smoke, thick and black with the smell of burning fuel, swirled around us, turning the hangar into a vision of hell.​I didn't think. I didn't breathe. I just moved.​As the Moretti assassin lunged with the serrated blade, his eyes fixed on my son’s throat, I threw myself forward. I didn't have a weapon. I didn't have a plan. I had the raw, visceral instinct of a mother who had already lost this child once and would rather die than lose him again.​I tackled Leo, rolling us across the oil-slicked tarmac just as the blade hissed through the air where his head had been a second before.​"Run, Leo! To the cars!" I screamed, pushing him toward the security teams who were finally recovering from the blast.​The assassin snarled, turning his focus to me. He raised the knife, the fire reflecting in the polished steel. "You first, then the boy."​Bang!​The man’s shoulder exploded in a spray of red. He spun aroun

​The digital clock on the nursery wall began its rhythmic, mocking countdown.​59:59.​59:58.​"Liam, move!" I screamed, shoving past my own paralysis. I scooped Leo’s limp body into my arms. He was burning up, a terrifying heat radiating through his pajamas, while the blue rash began to crawl up his neck like a strangler's vine.​Liam was struggling to stand, his surgical stitches weeping red through his shirt. "The house is on lockdown, Nora. The windows are reinforced steel. We’re trapped in a kill-box."​"No," I said, my eyes landing on the tablet Marcus Thorne had left on the desk. "I am the majority shareholder. I own the codes. If Eleanor used the Sterling system to lock us in, I can use the Sterling system to tear it down."​I grabbed the tablet, my fingers flying across the screen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. They were cold. A mother’s rage is a focused, crystalline thing.​"Mia, stay under the bed. Do not come out unless I call your name, do you hear me?" I commanded.

​The silence in the nursery was heavier than the ice that had nearly killed us. Liam sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, the weight of a thousand-year-old dynasty finally crushing his shoulders.​"I have to go, Nora," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It’s me she wants. It’s always been about the control. She’ll swap the second antidote for my biometric signature. It’s the only way."​"No."​The word came out of me not as a plea, but as a command. I stood up, the frost on my clothes melting into cold, hard droplets. I looked at the tablet in my hand—the key to the Sterling empire.​"You aren't going anywhere as a victim, Liam. We’ve been playing her game for five years. We’ve been reacting, hiding, and bleeding. That ends tonight."​"Nora, you don't understand the 'Black Ledger,'" Liam said, looking up with hollow eyes. "It’s not just money. It’s the dark pulse of the global economy. If Eleanor gets it, she doesn't just regain the company; she gains the power to topple