All Chapters of Twice Claimed By The Mafia Alpha and His Billionaire Twin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ISABELLA’S POV“Pick up.”My fingers tightened around the phone.“Adrian… pick up.”The call rang once.Twice.Then again.No answer.I stared at the screen, my pulse ticking harder with every dead second.Call ended.No callback. No message.Nothing.“Miss…” Miss Vane, my nanny’s voice came softly from behind me. “Please drink something.”I did not look at her.“I’m not thirsty.”“You have not eaten either.”“I said I’m fine.”My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I did not care. Not right now.She hesitated for a moment, then set the glass beside me anyway. Ice clinked softly against the side, and a faint citrus scent drifted up—clean, sweet, almost calming.I drew in a slow breath and forced myself to think—‘I don’t know anyone called Adrian.’The girl’s voice kept echoing in my head, but after seeing his picture—‘wait. Is his name Adrian?’That hesitation—tiny, strange—meant something was wrong.My grip on the phone loosened as I began to pace again, my heels striking the

ADRIAN’S POVThe image of her face wouldn’t leave me.Her eyes.Clear. Steady. Unafraid.And then—she walked away.Like I was nothing.My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until the leather groaned under the pressure.“She saw you… and left,” I muttered, voice low, almost mocking. “So why can’t you do the same, Adrian?”I should have forgotten her.A strenger. A night blurred by alcohol—and something I still couldn’t explain.Something wrong.It didn’t feel like an accident.And that was exactly what made it dangerous.I exhaled slowly, forcing the thought down.This wasn’t about her.It couldn’t be.I didn’t even know her name.But I remembered something else…Isabella’s voice: “I poisoned you that night.”My jaw locked.That wasn’t a confession. It was a warning.And if she drugged me…Then she knew about that night. About the girl.“She knows,” I said quietly.My grip tightened again.Isabella never reacted blindly. She moved before anyone else realized there was a move.

ARIEL’S POVThe sound of tires behind me didn’t fade.It lingered—slow, deliberate, watching me.My heartbeat slammed harder with every step, heels striking the pavement too loudly in the empty street. The night air felt wrong—thick, suffocating—like it was pressing in on me, waiting.Don’t turn.Don’t panic.I turned anyway.Headlights—still there, getting closer.My breath hitched as my pace quickened, my steps losing rhythm, almost breaking—then suddenly the car swerved, reversed, and was gone… not just gone, but chasing something else.For half a second, I froze. Then instinct took over.Run.I ran like something was still behind me. Like something unseen had already chosen me. My lungs burned, my bag slammed against my hip, curls slipping loose as the cold air clawed at my skin.I didn’t stop—not until I saw my building, reached the door, and stumbled inside.“Ariel?”My mother’s voice—soft, fragile, too gentle for the storm inside me.She stood in the hallway, wrapped in a shawl

ARIEL’S POV“…please… don’t cage me up again…”The words slipped out before I could stop them—fragile, cracked, barely louder than a breath.I braced myself for his usual arrogance, for the cold weight of control he carried like a weapon.But it never came.Instead, his fingers slid into my hair—slow, careful, almost afraid to hurt me.My breath caught.“…I won’t,” he said.Soft. Steady.That voice—Lucian.And yet… not.I forced my eyes open, but the world swam, his face blurring like a reflection in water. Still, one thing was clear.He looked… different.Sad.“I won’t leave you,” he murmured, his hand still moving gently through my curls, grounding me. “And whoever made you feel like this…”A pause.“…I’ll find them.”My chest tightened painfully.That wasn’t Lucian.And yet—He was here.Close enough that I could feel his warmth, steady and real, like he was anchoring me to something solid.And it felt…Dangerously good.“I thought…” My voice came out slow, heavy. “You’d threaten

ISABELLA’S POV“TURN AROUND.”My fingers trembled as I hit send, the message delivered instantly.My breath caught as I watched him.Adrian slowed—just a fraction—and hope surged, sharp and electric… humiliating. He’s going to turn. Of course he is.My lips parted, ready for that subtle shift, that quiet surrender, the moment he chose me without even realizing it.But then—He didn’t.Adrian didn’t turn, didn’t hesitate, didn’t even pause again. He just kept walking straight to his car, like I didn’t exist.Something inside me snapped—sharp and final.“No…” I whispered. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.I had him. I felt it earlier—the flicker in his eyes, the loss of control, the moment he almost broke. So why—why does it feel like I’m the one falling apart?My nails dug into my palm as his car door slammed shut. The engine roared to life, headlights cutting through the night, and just like that, he drove away—without me. Without a second glance.“…Follow that car,” I said, my v