All Chapters of Contracted to the wrong twin : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: A Name From The Garden"Judith." Ethan's voice was quiet now, careful, like he understood that whatever came next might change something between them permanently. "Who is it?"She stared at the screen a moment longer, at the ordinary black letters that carried the weight of an entire childhood behind them."Simon," she said finally. "Simon Ashcroft."Elena's fingers paused over her keyboard. "The name doesn't mean anything to me. Should it?""He was my father's oldest friend." Judith's voice sounded strange to her own ears, distant, like she was describing someone else's memories. "Not Blackwood, not business, not at first. He used to come to the house on Sundays. He taught me how to play chess in the garden when I was seven. He gave me a signed cricket bat for my tenth birthday because he knew my father never would.""And he worked at Blackwood," Ethan said."Later, my father brought him in, said Simon was the only person in that entire building he actually trusted." Sh

Chapter 83: The Voice On The PhoneSophie was sitting on the edge of the couch when they arrived, Lily already asleep in her room, a mug of tea gone cold on the table in front of her like she'd made it an hour ago and forgotten it existed.She stood the second the door opened. "Judith, thank god. I didn't know who else to call.""Tell me what's going on," Judith said, keeping her voice level with an effort that cost her more than she wanted to admit. "Now. All of it."Sophie's hands were shaking. "Someone contacted me about six weeks ago. A phone call, no name, just a woman's voice asking if I'd be willing to earn some extra money doing something simple.""What kind of simple," Ethan asked, his tone flat and controlled in the specific way Judith had learned meant he was holding back something much sharper underneath."Answering questions. About Lily's schedule. Which days she had swimming, which park you took her to on weekends, what time she usually napped." Sophie's voice cracked. "

Chapter 85: The Room Behind The Wall"Answer it," Judith said.Elena's finger hovered over the screen. "If this is a trap—""Then we're already caught in it," Ethan said. "Answer it, Elena."She did, putting it on speaker with a hand that hadn't fully stopped shaking, and set the phone down on the table between them like it might bite.For a moment, there was only static.Then a voice, flattened and stretched by whatever software was pulling it apart and reassembling it into something with no age, no accent, no identity at all."You found the extension faster than I expected."Nobody spoke."That's good," the voice continued. "It means you're finally looking in the right places. It also means you should be more careful than you have been.""Who are you," Ethan said, his voice iron-hard."Someone who watched Richard Blackwood build something he never fully understood," the voice said. "Someone who watched Gerald Thompson die for getting close enough to understand it better than Richard

Chapter 87: The Account That Should Be Dead"It's not him," Ethan said. "It can't be him.""I'm not saying it's him," Elena said carefully. "I'm saying his account is active. Those are two very different things, and we need to find out which one is true before we panic."Judith watched Ethan pace the length of the terminal room, hands pushed through his hair, the same controlled composure he wore in every boardroom finally starting to crack at the edges."Pull the full history," he said. "Every time that account has been used since his death."Elena worked in silence for several minutes, the only sound in the room the soft clatter of keys and the low hum of the servers behind the wall. When she finally spoke, her voice had gone quiet in a way that made Judith's stomach tighten before she even heard the words."It's not one access," Elena said. "It's dozens. Spread out over the last six months. Sometimes once a week. Sometimes twice in the same night.""Six months," Judith repeated. "

Chapter 89: The MemoryThe screens stayed black for a long moment before flickering back to life on their own, as if whoever had taken control of them had simply let go once the message landed.Nobody spoke about restarting the search for Marcus right away. Judith stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at nothing, her mind pulled somewhere far away from the terminal and the cold blue light of the office."Judith." Ethan's hand found her shoulder, gentle. "Talk to me.""I remember something," she said slowly. "The night before he died. I was young, but I remember it clearer now than I have in years.""What happened."She closed her eyes, letting the memory settle instead of fighting it the way she had for years without realizing she was fighting anything at all."He came into my room late. Past my bedtime. He never did that." Her voice wavered. "He told me to stay away from certain people, though he never explained who. He said it like it mattered more than anything else he'd