All Chapters of Two Worlds, Two Lives : Chapter 11
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CHAPTER 11: Sea
The silence in the car was thick enough to choke on. Ever since Marie came back from her uncle’s office, she’d been distant—her expression unreadable, her mood heavier than rain clouds. I kept stealing glances at her while driving, hoping to catch something in her eyes that could explain the sudden change. But she just sat there, staring out the window, her reflection flickering across the glass as the city lights slid by.I reached out and placed my hand on hers, fingers brushing gently. She didn’t move. No flinch, no smile. Usually, my Marie would glance at me and give that bright grin that made everything else fade. Now, it felt like she was miles away, even though she sat inches from me.The silence became unbearable. “You know,” I said, forcing a smile, “if I had a magic mirror that could scroll through people’s thoughts, you’d be the first I’d use it on. Just to see what’s spinning around in that little brain of yours.”She turned her head slightly, eyes flicking to me for half
CHAPTER 12: Got you a Job
Jones walked into the restaurant, and the scent of fried chicken welcomed him immediately. He approached the counter, resting his hands on it.“Hey, man!” Lucas called, walking up to me with a bright smile and an apron tied around his waist. He pulled me into a warm hug. “How’re you doing?”I blinked, surprised to see him there. “I—I’m good… wait, what are you doing here?” I asked, still shocked.Lucas had been one of the guys from the company—a journalist like me.He shrugged with a grin. “Hmm… got a job here. Needed a change of scene. What about you?”“I came to see my brother,” I said just as Max appeared between us.“Max?” Lucas asked, brows raised.“Yeah,” I nodded. “He’s my brother.”Max gave him a short smirk. Lucas looked between the two of us, his expression tightening.“You got a problem with that?” Max asked.Lucas didn’t respond. He just turned and walked away, ignoring him.“Tss—dick,” Max muttered under his breath before turning to me with a grin. “I see you’re still ali
CHAPTER 13: Melissa
The next morning, I woke with purpose. A quiet sense of hope ran through my veins — today didn’t feel like any other day. It felt fresh, like the first page of a new chapter. It’s time to make Mom and Dad proud of their boy, I told myself.After a quick shower, I slipped into a casual outfit, grabbed breakfast, and hit the road. The rumble of rock music filled my car as I drove. When the stoplight turned green, the line of cars ahead refused to move. I checked the clock.“Shit,” I muttered. Only ten minutes left before I had to be at the store. My first day back — my resume day. I couldn’t afford to ruin Max’s faith in me, not with Johnny watching.Impatience prickled under my skin. The traffic wasn’t easing. I turned sharply onto a side road, looping back toward the main lane but further up. Through my window, I spotted the cause of the jam: a sleek Mercedes stalled in the middle of the road.Sunlight glared off its tinted windows, and through the reflection, I glimpsed a feminine si
CHAPTER 14: Blood and Resentment
The air inside Aurex Development carried its usual mix of power and perfection — the cold gleam of marble floors, the faint tang of fresh polish, and the rhythmic footsteps of people who walked like time itself owed them respect.I drew in a breath, straightened my jacket, and nodded at the receptionist, who flashed her trademark bright smile.“Good morning, Miss Marie.”“Morning, Clara,” I replied, heading toward the elevator.The doors closed with a soft hiss, sealing me in. When they opened again, I found myself face-to-face with Melissa. My stomach tightened. I rolled my eyes, letting my disdain show — subtle but sharp.The elevator doors slid shut again, trapping us with our mirrored reflections. The silence between us hummed.Our eyes met — two polished masks staring back from glass, bound by blood and resentment.“Long time no see, sister,” Melissa said at last, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness.“Stepsister,” I corrected.“It doesn’t matter—”“It does matter.”Her smile
CHAPTER 15
The boardroom hummed with quiet authority — glass walls, cold light, and the kind of stillness that demanded obedience. Marie sat halfway down the table, fighting the pull of boredom as another slide illuminated the wall. Her father’s voice filled the room — deep, deliberate, commanding. “As we move forward with the waterfront redevelopment project, I want everyone’s full cooperation. This will define Aurex’s next decade.” Across from her, Melissa scrolled through digital renderings, her tone smooth and professional. “If we extend the pedestrian area here,” she said, gesturing to the projection, “we increase visibility for the retail front without disturbing the skyline ratio.” Her father nodded. “Excellent observation.” Marie forced a polite smile, pen still against paper. The design was perfect — sterile and lifeless. She began sketching her own version in the margins, softening edges, adding people, color, motion — a pulse. The glass doors opened. Mr. Lewis entered — tall,
CHAPTER 16: Lunch
The meeting was over. I was now in the car, heading to the construction site. The hum of the city blurred past the windows, but my mind refused to settle. I couldn’t stop thinking about why Dad would invite Lewis to have lunch with us. First, it was me reviewing the design with him. Now, lunch?It felt suspiciously like one of those matchmaking lunches Dad loved to orchestrate — subtle hints, knowing smiles, and too many “coincidences.” If that was his plan, he was in for a surprise. Because this time, I might just walk out on him right in front of his guest. And as for Lewis, whatever fantasy he might have in his head about me, he should get rid of it — fast.Traffic crawled, horns blaring in the distance. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently until the site finally came into view — cranes, scaffolding, dust, and the sharp scent of fresh cement. I parked near the temporary office and stepped out. The heavy clamor of machinery hit me immediately — metal grinding, engin