All Chapters of Fated To My Twin Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ericka pounded her fists on the heavy wooden door of her temporary prison. The impact resonated into nothingness. It wasn't enough. Nothing was enough to subdue the rage boiling under her skin. "How dare she?" Ericka hissed into the room, her breath ragged as she paced. Her voice, though quiet, bore a venom that would tear through the stone. "How dare she stand in my place, smile in my name, and let them believe she's me?" Her nails dug into her palms as she recalled Hannah's face—her face, contorted in innocence and trust that was far from real. Ericka had seen the glances the others threw her way, the skepticism in their eyes. It was maddening. Why couldn't they see it? She kicked the edge of the small wooden bed in frustration, the sharp pain jolting her out of her spiral for only a moment. Hours later, the chance she’d been waiting for arrived. Clara, young and mousy, slipped into the room again to bring her meal. Ericka stared at the girl, unblinking, as she set the tr

The morning sun filtered weakly through the heavy clouds, casting a dull glow over Hampton. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on everyone, leaving a palpable tension that clung to the air like mist. Most people still called her Hannah, and Hannah stood on the balcony outside her room. The biting wind chilled her skin, but she welcomed the chill, something to ground her. She wrapped her arms around herself as memories rose again: that fateful night when her life changed forever, when Ericka, the real Hannah, had marked her. Her pale skin was a constant reminder, her new reality written on her body. Behind her, the door creaked open, and a familiar presence broke through her isolation. It was Hadzen. “Standing out here won’t help,” Hadzen said quietly, approaching her with steady steps. His voice, though calm, carried concern. “You’ll catch a cold.” Hannah didn’t turn to face him. “A cold is the least of my worries.” Hadzen let out a deep sigh, halting beside her

The moon hung low over Hampton, casting a silvery light upon the tense air that had descended upon the estate. Here and there, the soft hum of the wind was all that broke the stillness, accompanied by the faint rustle of leaves as Hadzen impatiently paced up and down the front steps of the main house, feeling the weight of what had unfolded grow within him: the silent despair of Hannah, the lingering bitterness of Ericka, and the tempest gathering within their once peacefully ripened world. Inside, the house was as silent as a tomb. Hannah sat on the edge of the bed Maxine had prepared for her earlier, knees drawn to her chest. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, questions, and fragments of her past life. The woman who called herself the real Hannah, Ericka, stood in the doorway, looking at her with an intensity like thunder ready to break. “Should I return to the human place to discover what lies hidden about my past?” Hannah murmured into the desolate chamber. Her pale finger

On that day, the council hall buzzed with tension that almost seemed to suffocate as the elders sat once again in their carvings of ancient high-backed chairs, the backside of which were intricately carved with symbols symbolizing the wolf heritage. This was no ordinary day; Ericka's accusations had sent ripples not to settle. Hadzen went in first, his face as stiff as stone. Behind him Hannah—still Hannah for the moment—walked, her head held high and her pale complexion a token of the turmoil that thrashed within her. But Maxine was at her side, her presence iron-strong and unshakeable, a silent pillar supporting her. On the other end of the hall, Ericka stood straight with her arms crossed over her chest. Leo was not around, but his shadow existed in every corner of the hall as if his presence lingers unseen. The smug gaze of Ericka zeroed in on Hannah, and there was a silent challenge in her eyes. Theresa called the meeting to order, her voice stern and clipped: "We are gather

Darkness fell on Hampton; night hung above, enveloped by thick clouds, and shaggy shadows reached and wrapped themselves around the edges of the woods floor. The house, meanwhile, was unnaturally quiet-too quiet-for anything should have been still when awaiting the storm. Winter sat at the edge of her bed, with her arms curled over her knees as she blankly watched the glowing embers in the fireplace dance with fire. Ericka's words were ringing in her head, venomous and relentless. “They bestowed upon her all that was rightfully mine.” Winter swallowed hard, a tightness gripping her throat. She knew those words—they had echoed in her ears during her lonely days in the human world, when the bullies had mercilessly taunted her for being something she had yet to understand. Now, in what she believed to be her second chance, those same words returned to haunt her once more. It made Ameila give heed unto soft throb from the door. "Winter?" It was Maxine's voice. "Come in," Winter