Todos los capítulos de Twins He Chose Twice : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Marcus did not sleep that night.After returning from the Vance's Blackwood estate, he sat on his couch with the photographs of Luna in front of him. The apartment remained dark, and he did not bother turning on the lights. He simply sat there, staring at her face and listening to Aurora's words repeat in his mind.She had not been sorry.That was the part he could not get past.Aurora had known what Luna had suffered. She knew about the beatings, the nights she had spent outside, the times her family had thrown her out, and the years she had spent struggling just to survive. Yet she had looked Marcus in the eyes and said Luna deserved all of it.Marcus picked up the photograph of Luna and her grandmother.He remembered how they had found out about her grandmother's letter and the inheritance. He remembered the small amount of hope that had appeared in her voice when she realized she might finally have a chance to change her life. She had not been dreaming about becoming powerful or l

By the time Marcus and Clara reached St. Jude's, the place looked nothing like a facility.The building was gone.What remained was a blackened skeleton of walls, broken windows, and twisted pieces of metal scattered across the ground. The smell of smoke still clung to the air even though the fire had been out for days. Marcus stood beside the car for a moment, staring at the ruins without saying anything.Clara came around to his side and looked at the building."This is where Luna was kept?"Marcus nodded. "Looks like what the TV described."He took a few steps toward the gate.There were flowers arranged along the fence, some fresh and others already beginning to wilt. A few candles sat on the ground in glass containers, their flames moving gently in the afternoon wind.Marcus slowed when he noticed the photograph placed among them.It was an older woman with kind eyes,Gray hay and a gentle smile.Under the photograph was a small handwritten card.**Mrs. Harlow.**Marcus looked at it f

Marcus noticed the package the moment he stepped into his apartment. It was sitting on the small table beside the door, exactly where he could not miss it. Mr. Grant had told him there was a package waiting for him at the diner, but Marcus had not expected it to somehow reach his apartment before he did. He closed the door behind him and stared at the plain brown box, noticing that there was no return address and no name except his, written across the top.After everything that had happened at St. Jude's, Marcus was not about to handle an unknown package carelessly. He checked the lock, looked through the peephole, and walked through the apartment to make sure no one else was inside before returning to the table. He took a kitchen knife and carefully cut through the tape. When he opened the box, he found a small stack of photographs lying inside, and the first one made his stomach tighten immediately. It showed him and Clara standing outside the burned remains of St. Jude's earlier t

The police station was quieter than Marcus expected. He sat beside Clara in a small interview room, his hands resting on the table as he stared at the folder between them. The photographs from the package were not inside it. Clara had decided to leave those out for the moment and focus on the evidence they had already collected themselves.The door opened, and a man in his early forties walked in carrying a thin file. He closed the door behind him and looked at Marcus before turning to Clara. His expression was serious, but there was no hostility in it.“Detective Rowan,” Clara said.Rowan gave Marcus a brief nod before taking the seat across from them. “Marcus Reed.”“Yes.”“I know who you are,” Rowan said. “And I know why you're here.”Marcus looked at Clara.She had already explained the situation to Rowan before arranging the meeting. She had known him from a previous case involving her sister, a case he had investigated carefully when other people had already decided what the tru

Victor Vance lawyer came and bailed him out as he was still a suspect and there is no solid evidence to hold him.He sat at the edge of the bed in the expensive hotel suite they had been staying for their vacation, staring at his phone while Catherine moved around the room, opening and closing drawers as if she could somehow find an answer among their belongings.The message from the bank was still on his screen. Their account had been placed under review. Their access to several of their accounts had been restricted, and the bank had asked them to provide documents concerning the trust.Victor had spent years making sure nobody asked too many questions. He had always known which papers to sign, which accounts to move money through, and which people to call when something became inconvenient. But this time, something had changed."Call them again," Catherine said."I already did.""Then call someone else."Victor looked up at her. "And say what?"Catherine stopped moving."Tell them w