Todos los capítulos de Twins He Chose Twice : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The room smelled like cheap lavender soap and stale porridge.Luna sat on the edge of the narrow cot, staring at her bare feet on the cold tile floor. The coarse cotton gown rubbed against her arms, itchier than anything she’d ever worn. Every time a door slammed somewhere down the hall, her shoulders jerked up to her ears.A small tray slid onto the bedside table with a soft rattle."Eat a little, child. You won't survive this place on an empty stomach."Luna blinked, turning her head slowly.Sitting on the cot across from her was an old woman. Her hair was silver and thin, pulled back into a messy bun, and her pale blue eyes looked soft under a map of deep wrinkles. She looked tiny in her oversized white gown, but when she smiled, the skin around her eyes crinkled in a way that made Luna’s throat tighten.She looked just like her grandmother.Luna swallowed past the lump in her throat and looked down at the tray. A bowl of watery oatmeal and a hard piece of toast. "I'm not hungry."

The glass syringe hovered inches from the clear plastic IV port.Just as the man’s gloved thumb pressed against the plunger, a sudden shadow burst through the doorway. Harrison, Ethan’s lead investigator, didn't hesitate—he lunged forward, grabbing the assassin's wrist and slamming it against the metal bedframe.The glass vial shattered against the floor, splashing clear, deadly liquid over the floor.The hitman grunted, driving a heavy elbow straight into Harrison’s ribs. Harrison gasped as the impact knocked the wind out of him, but he held on, wrestling the man away from Marcus’s bed. They crashed into a tray of medical supplies, sending steel bowls and scissors clattering across the floor.The heart monitor’s steady *beep-beep-beep* accelerated into a frantic alarm as the bed was jostled.The hitman yanked his arm free, sweeping a heavy right hook that caught Harrison across the jaw.Harrison stumbled back, his boots slipping on the wet floor, and the masked man bolted for the door

The heavy oak doors of St. Jude’s Psychiatric Institute closed behind Ethan with a resounding, heavy thud.Inside, the lobby felt cold, smelling of stale bleach and damp stone. Rain dripped from Ethan’s black wool coat onto the faded linoleum floor as he walked straight to the tall reception desk. Behind a panel of scratched safety glass sat an elderly woman in a faded uniform, typing slowly on a flickering computer screen."I’m here to see Luna Vance," Ethan said, his voice flat, commanding, and leaving no room for argument. "Get her brought out immediately."The woman didn't look up right away. She finished her line of typing, clicked her mouse twice, and finally peered over her thick reading glasses. "Visiting hours ended at four o'clock. And you need written permission from a family member or a court order to access the high-security ward.""I don't need a court order," Ethan said, sliding a heavy gold signet ring against the counter. "I am Ethan Blackwood. Fetch the head administ

The bedroom was dark,save for the soft glow of the city lights spilling through the shear curtains.Aurora stood in front of the vanity mirror, adjusting her nightgown. She applied a touch of rose perfume to her neck and took a deep breath. She forced her heart to stop pounding. *He’s just tired,* she told herself. *He’s just stressed about work.*She walked softly over to the bed where Ethan sat leaning against the headboard, reviewing files on his tablet. The cool blue light illuminated his sharp jawline and closed-off expression.Aurora slid onto the mattress beside him, letting her hand trace a slow path up his chest. She leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck."Put the work away, sweetie," she purred, her voice low and inviting. She reached for his tablet, trying to gently push it aside. "You’ve been staring at screens all night. Let me help you relax."Ethan didn't flinch, but he didn't lean into her touch either. He simply caught her wrist

The rain didn't stop. It fell hard over the charred, blackened frame of Ward 4, washing away the smell of smoke and replacing it with the stench of soaked, burnt timber.Search lights cut through the fog as firefighters dragged hoses through the mud. A reporter stood near the rusted iron gates, her voice echoing over a blaring news broadcast:*"...the fire at St. Jude’s Psychiatric Institute has been contained. Local authorities confirm that the high-security unit suffered a complete structural collapse. Due to the rapid spread of the flames, officials report zero survivors from Ward 4. The victims are currently deemed unidentifiable..."*A few miles away, tucked beneath the cold concrete arch of a deserted highway overpass, Luna sat on the muddy ground.Her hospital gown was ripped, stained black with soot, and soaked through with freezing water. Her hands were blistered, raw, and bleeding from where she had pulled at the burning wooden beams to save Mrs. Harlow.Every time she close