Twins He Chose Twice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The television went to commercial.Luna remained on the edge of the bed.Her cheeks were wet, and her breathing had not yet settled.She thought about Marcus.How he had never stopped fighting for her.She thought about Clara, a woman who had never truly known her but had still risked everything to uncover the truth.She thought about Mr. Grant and the diner.Then her mind returned to Mrs. Harlow.The woman who had died at St. Jude's.The woman who had looked at Luna and told her to live.Mrs. Harlow had never asked Luna to prove who she was.She had simply believed her.That memory hurt more than Luna expected.She lowered her eyes.“I'll live,” she whispered. “I promise.”Her phone buzzed.Luna looked down.Mr. Hale.Her lawyer.She answered immediately.“Miss Luna.”She wiped the remaining tears from her face.“Yes?”“I have news.”She sat straighter.“What happened?”“The trust has been recovered.”Luna's fingers tightened around the phone.“The Vances have been forced to return e

The office was in a building no one had ever heard of.It was on the eighth floor of a plain gray tower in the financial district, surrounded by other plain gray towers that looked exactly the same. There was no sign on the door. No name on the directory. Just a number. Just a keycard. Just a room that belonged to no one and everyone.Ethan arrived first.He stood by the window, looking out at the city below. Harrison was behind him, near the door, his hands folded in front of him. Neither of them spoke. They had been waiting for ten minutes."She's late," Harrison said."She'll come."Ethan turned away from the window and sat down at the long conference table. The room was dim. Only a small lamp on the desk cast any light. It was intentional. The person who had arranged the meeting had asked for it specifically. Low lighting. No cameras. No recording devices. Just a table, two chairs, and a conversation.The door opened.Ethan stood.She walked in like she owned the room. Not with ar

The gifts started arriving three days after the invitations were sent.The first one came in a small velvet box. Aurora opened it at the breakfast table, her fingers trembling with excitement as she lifted the lid. Inside was a pair of diamond earrings, each stone catching the morning light and throwing tiny flashes across the table. The card beneath them said they were from one of the board members, a man named Charles Whitmore.Aurora had never met him, but she had heard his name often enough to know what it meant. Old money. Old connections. Old power. She picked up one of the earrings and held it toward the sunlight coming through the windows, her smile growing as the diamonds glittered between her fingers."Ethan, look at these."Ethan glanced up from his coffee. For a moment, his eyes moved from the earrings to Aurora's face before he gave a small nod."Beautiful."Aurora's smile widened. "They're perfect."She put them on immediately, turning her head from side to side as she a

The doors were open.Every head in the Grand Hall had turned toward the woman standing in the doorway. Five hundred guests stared at her in silence: investors, partners, board members, reporters, and strangers who had come to witness the wedding of Ethan Blackwood and Aurora Vance.She was tall and elegant, dressed in a dark midnight-blue silk dress that caught the light with every small movement. The fabric fell to the floor in soft folds, simple but unmistakably expensive, while a thin silver belt rested around her waist. Her black heels were tall, but she stood in them with the ease of someone who had worn them her entire life.Her hair was blonde and short, cut close to her head in a style that framed her face. It was nothing like the dark hair shown in the photographs or the messy knot from the old news reports. This was something new, something deliberate, and every detail of her appearance seemed carefully chosen.A thin black lace veil covered the upper half of her face. It fe

The Grand Hall was silent.It was not the peaceful silence that came before a ceremony, nor the respectful quiet that settled over a congregation when a priest asked everyone to bow their heads. This silence felt different. It was heavy and uncomfortable, pressing against the walls and filling every space where music, laughter, and celebration were supposed to be.Ethan was gone.Ten minutes had passed since he had rushed through the doors after the mysterious woman. He had not returned. His security team had followed him, Harrison had gone after him, and the black car carrying the woman had disappeared into the night. Ethan had stood in the driveway watching the vehicle until its taillights had vanished completely, but there had been nothing he could do except stare at the empty road.Now he was simply gone.The guests did not know what to do with themselves. Some remained standing, as if sitting down would somehow make what had happened real. Others had slowly lowered themselves bac