All Chapters of A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sophia“I've sacrificed so much for our sake, to get this duplicitous act from my husband and my foster sister!” My heart clenched at the sight of their naked bodies. I lacked words to say, My heart felt crushed under the weight of their sinful act!“Sophie, I'm so sorry that you have to see us this way, this was never how we planned to break the news to you. Liam said, with a light shrug.“What do you mean Liam? What are you even saying? Why would you do such a thing to me? I felt so defeated. At this point I couldn't fight back. I felt betrayed and I never believed I could be stabbed by the man I loved and trusted the most. I lacked words to express how I felt, except for the questions that kept lingering through my mind. “Why, What, How?.”“Luna is carrying my child, Sophie. I felt this called for a little celebration but we ended up here. He said with a sly smile, as he looked back at Luna who nodded like a child who was asked if she'd love to take her favorite ice cream. How c

SophiaHe's here already?, I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and took a deep breath.“I've got this" I said, and smiled at myself.I rushed out to get hold of the menu book, while I waited for him to enter the building.Oh my God! Is this supposed to be a human? He looked like a Greek god, like he had just walked out of some human magazine cover. His face was dashingly handsome, his dark green eyes were very sharp and piercing. He could hypnotize one with just a stare. I felt my heart go wild in my chest, as I felt myself under his dominance. He was putting on a tailored charcoal grey suit, with a crisp white dress, and a black silk tie. His shoes were polished black leather with a sleek design, he was putting on a luxurious Patek Phillipe watch. His outfit matched with his appearance exuding sophistication, luxury, and power. “What is wrong with me?” I rubbed my temple, and tried as much as I could to put myself together.“Welcome, Mr Ethan Williams, we're thrilled t

—Sophia I don’t seem to remember stepping out of the clinic. I only remembered the door clicking shut behind me. The cold air slammed into my chest like a punch. My legs kind of... stuttered. Like they wanted to walk but forgot how. Everything felt off. Too loud. Too bright. The sun was just right there, shining so bright in my face, and I had the urge to scream at it. How could you shine just like that? Like everything’s fine. Like the world didn’t just punch a hole through my ribs. My hands found the railing. Gripped it like it could hold me together. I was shaking—like, whole-body shaking. But it wasn't cold. It was the... the name. Still ringing in my ears. Ethan Williams. I couldn’t breathe right. I couldn’t think. Ethan. Freaking. Williams. My stomach twisted. I felt it. Not nausea. Not hunger. It was deeper. A full-body ache. Panic laced with disbelief and something else I didn’t have a name for yet. I pulled out my phone. It took me three tries. My fingers weren’t work

—Sophia After the visit with Ethan, everything seems blurry. He had left without saying another word, without even sparing a glance, and yet, something was not right, I couldn’t shake off that feeling . It wasn’t just the sudden tension in his eyes, or the coldness that lingered in his absence—it was a nagging sense of inevitability, like the calm before a storm. Everything had changed. I had no doubt about that. I could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on me every second, every breath. But what was I supposed to do now? How could I control this new, unfamiliar reality? The baby inside me seemed to grow with every passing hour, its presence so real now that I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t sure how to feel anymore. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore. Lindsay never gave up on checking in, the more I appreciated her, I felt like a shell of myself. I could see the eagerness in her to help, but she didn’t understand. No one could understand—not really. The baby i

—Ethan They say time doesn’t wait for anyone. Maybe it doesn’t. But it sure as hell lingers when you’re trapped in a moment you don’t want to live in. I was lost in thought as I stared out of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, I sighed deeply, I took my gaze to the dark blue skyline of Manhattan looking as cold and distant as I felt inside. The cup of coffee in my hand had gone warm. My hand suddenly felt numb, as I held on to the cup for so long. I wasn't in the mood for coffee. I wasn’t in the mood for anything. My mind was still stuck in that room—Sophia standing in front of me like a damn storm I didn’t see coming. Defiant. Angry. Terrified. She looked at me like I was the villain in her story. Maybe I was. But I didn’t have time to think about her, or the child she was carrying. Because the real storm was about to arrive. As if on cue, the familiar knock came—sharp, commanding, like always. “Come in,” I said, dropping the cup of coffee on the saucer, already braci