Todos los capítulos de Twins He Chose Twice : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Luna stared at the message until the words blurred.**Stay quiet. Say nothing to anyone. Or he won’t make it home next time.**Her thumb hovered over the screen.She read over and over again.A small sound came from somewhere outside the apartment, and Luna's head snapped toward the door.Nothing.She slowly lowered her phone.Marcus.The thought of him lying somewhere because of her made her stomach twist.She pressed the call button beside the number.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.No answer.Luna waited until the call ended, then called again.Nothing.Her fingers tightened around the phone,her other thumb was in her mouth scraping her lower teeth but she saved the number under a blank name anyway.She didn't know who was behind it,she didn't know how they knew about Marcus but they knew where she worked and whoever it was had been watching her.Luna looked toward the window.The curtain moved slightly from the air coming through the gap.She rushed over and pulled it shut.For a fe

The heavy wooden door of the Vance home felt colder than Luna remembered.For three days after finding her grandmother’s letter, Luna had tried to breathe, trying to wrap her mind around the wild, unbelievable truth: she wasn't a Vance. The burn scar on her neck, the cold nights locked out in the rain, the endless years of being treated like an unwanted shadow—it wasn't because she was broken. It was because she had never belonged to them at all.Her fingers trembled as she pressed the doorbell.Inside, heavy footsteps approached, and the door swung open. Mrs. Vance stood in the foyer, dressed in a silk robe, holding a glass of wine. Her eyes swept over Luna’s simple diner coat with immediate disgust."What are you doing here?" her mother demanded, not even stepping back to let her in. "I thought I made myself clear, Luna. Don't come back here begging for handouts.""I'm not here for money," Luna said, her voice steadying despite the terror pounding in her ribs. "I'm here for the trut

Ethan woke up with his lungs burning, his hands gripping the silk sheets of his king-sized bed.For years, the nightmares had followed him everywhere.The smell of cold asphalt. The metallic taste of his own blood on the brick floor. The thunder of footsteps belonging to the men who had attacked him when he was twelve.He could still remember it all.It had haunted him through every quiet moment of his life.But after he found Aurora, the nightmares had finally started to fade. Ethan had convinced himself that finding his savior and surrounding her with the life she deserved would finally silence the ghosts of his past.But tonight, the dream had returned.And this time, it had been clearer than ever.Ethan sat up in the dim light of the penthouse, running a hand through his damp hair.In the dream, he had been back in that freezing alley.The rain had been deafening.But when the little girl leaned down and pressed the torn piece of fabric against his side, his vision hadn't been blur

The night air had a sharp bite to it as Ethan parked the car three blocks away from their usual downtown haunts."Where are we, sweetie?" Aurora asked, glancing out the tinted window of the SUV. She adjusted her designer leather jacket, her eyes taking in the flickering streetlamps, the cracked sidewalks, and the faded graffiti lining the brick walls. "This doesn't look like the restaurant district.""It's not," Ethan said softly, cutting the engine. He turned to her with a gentle, reassuring smile. "It's a nice night. I thought we could take a walk. Just the two of us, away from the cameras and the noise."Aurora forced a tight smile, though her heels clicked uncomfortably against the uneven pavement the moment her feet hit the ground. "A walk? Here?""Is that a problem?" Ethan asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close as they began walking down the dimly lit street."No, of course not," Aurora murmured, though she visibly recoiled as they passed an overturned tra

Aurora stepped out of Eleanor Blackwood’s estate with her chest tight and her hands trembling inside her leather gloves.The moment she passed through the gates and reached the quiet corner of the street, she pulled out her second phone.The grandmother knew.She hadn't said it directly, but Aurora wasn't stupid. That polite, sharp-eyed old woman had set a trap with one simple question about a yellow scarf, and Aurora had walked straight into it.She quickly dialed a number.“Ethan is asking questions,” she whispered as soon as the call connected. Her voice was frantic now that she was out of sight. “His grandmother just tested me. I need to see you. Now.”“My driver is two blocks away.”The deep, heavily accented Russian voice on the other end sounded calm.“Come.”Ten minutes later, a tinted black limousine pulled into the private valet entrance of Solstice Tower.Aurora hurried inside and took the private elevator all the way to the top floor.When the doors opened, the smell of tob