บททั้งหมดของ Twice Claimed By The Mafia Alpha and His Billionaire Twin: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ARIEL’S POVThe phone rang, cutting through the quiet like a knife.“Hello, this is Sunpeak Central Hospital. Am I speaking with Ariel Cole?”My fingers trembled as I grabbed my bag. “Yes… yes, this is Ariel.”“There’s been a change in your mother’s condition. You need to come and sign for emergency surgery within the next twelve hours… if you want her to survive.”The line went dead.I froze, lungs tightening. Then I ran, leaving every question behind.Sunpeak City roared around me.Car horns, shouting, movement, but I barely noticed. My lungs burned, pulse hammering.My fingers dug into my bag.Part of the one million dollars was there. Enough to save her—if it wasn’t too late.“Please…” My voice shook, barely a whisper. “Just let me get there…”I didn’t know who I was begging anymore. God or fate.I burst into the hospital without slowing down.“ICU… where is she?” I demanded, my voice sharp, breathless.“Second floor…”I was already gone.Then I saw her.My mother.My steps falte

ADRIAN’S POVSomething felt wrong the moment I stepped into my mansion.Too many people. Too much noise.And none of it was mine.Three women rushed toward me at once. Their hands reach for my coat, my briefcase, even my arm.“Welcome home, sir—”“Let me take that—”“You must be tired—”I stopped mid-step.“Don’t touch me,” I snapped.They froze instantly.I locked my teeth together as I pulled my coat back from one of them.“How many times do I have to say it?” My voice dropped. “I don’t need nannies.”Across the room, she stood.Elegant. Composed. Watching me like she already owned everything in the house.My mother—Lady Nyra.Beside her, Isabella turned slowly before a full-length mirror, her fingers brushing the white fabric that hugged her body.A wedding dress.In my house.My breath stalled halfway.“Adrian,” my mother said calmly, as if nothing was wrong. “Welcome home.”I let out a quiet, bitter breath.“So this is your idea of a welcome?” I glanced back at the women. “Bringi

ISABELLA’S POV“Stop pacing.”My mother’s voice sliced through the room, quiet, controlled… but strained.I didn’t stop.My heels struck the marble harder, faster. Each step echoed like a ticking clock, like something inside me was running out.If I stopped, I’d lose control and I couldn’t afford that.“I said stop,” she repeated, her voice softer this time.Her hand rested on my shoulder, warm and steady.I froze.Not because I wanted comfort.Because I needed control.Slowly, I turned my head.She stood behind me, her fingers slipping into my hair, smoothing it down the way she used to when I was little—when things were simple.Before power had a price.“I’m fine,” I said.“You’re not.”Her tone dropped, quieter now. Careful.“I said I’m fine.”The words came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t pull away.I didn’t stop her hand.Because even as anger burned through me, her touch kept me grounded.Across the room, my father sat in silence, one leg crossed, fingers steepled.Watchi

LUCIAN’S POV “Careful with that crate.”My voice cut through the underground loading bay.No one slowed. They wouldn’t dare—not while I was personally inspecting them.More than fifty men moved as one. Black suits. Silent coordination. Every motion sharper—backs straight, hands steady, eyes alert.To anyone watching, it would look like a routine shipment. Corporate. Ordinary.But it wasn’t.Beneath the fabric lay steel, bullets… and maybe death.This wasn’t delivery.It was preparation for blood.I stood above them on the concrete steps, arms folded, watching rifles vanish into crates that would be sealed and sent into rogue territory before nightfall, for whatever bloody purpose they had in mind.I didn’t really care.My job was simple: provide the right weapons to the right customers, usually after a quiet meeting at Velvet Fang.Rogues don’t negotiate. They take. That’s exactly why I work with them.And tonight, I made sure they remembered how expensive it is to do business with t

ARIEL’S POV“Mom… swallow first—slowly,” I said, gently guiding it toward her.The spoon trembled in my hand—barely noticeable, but I felt it.I don’t shake.I tightened my grip, forcing myself to be still, but the feeling wouldn’t leave. It lingered beneath my skin, restless… like something watching me from the inside.My mother leaned back against the thin pillows, her fingers brushing mine as she took the spoon. Her eyes weren’t on the medicine.They were on me.“You’re spilling it,” she said softly.“I’m not,” I protested.“You are.”I pressed my lips together. The silence pressed in, tight and suffocating.And my mind—my mind wouldn’t shut up.“Watch where you’re going… you monster.”My own voice echoed back at me, sharp and ugly.But that wasn’t what stayed with me.It was him.Lucian.The way he looked at me this morning—calm, unreactive.No anger. No threat. No edge. Nothing.That wasn’t the man who cornered me, who spoke like he owned the air in my lungs… who made danger fee