Chapter 15 My twin sister or my mate
Justin’s Point of View
I left Lydia’s hospital room still vibrating with anger.
Someone had tried to kill her. Someone had walked into her room pretending to be a nurse and had almost succeeded. And the entire time, Lydia kept asking the same question:
“Why would anyone want to stop my memories? Do I know something I shouldn't?”
I didn’t have an answer. But I had a suspicion. And unfortunately, that suspicion shared my blood. Fucking twins!
I headed straight for Amby’s shopping mall, her latest “project.” The building was massive, dripping with wealth on every floor, and of course, she’d put her personal brand logo, ‘Amberson Magnus’, right at the heart of it like a crown jewel.
The moment I walked in, workers stiffened. Heads bowed. No one dared speak. When the Magnus twins showed up unannounced, people learned to stay quiet. It was for the best, because I was cold and ruthless, and Amby was mean and reckless.
I found her in her luxury boutique sitting comfortably like royalty; legs crossed, hair in perfect waves, iced coffee beside her, and her tablet glowing with whatever new business she pretended to run.
She noticed me without surprise and chuckled.
“Oh look,” she said dryly, “the dramatic twin has arrived. After ignoring me and my calls for days, he finally remembered he has a sister.”
I shut the glass door behind me. “Did you send someone to the hospital?” I asked, going straight to the topic.
Amby stared at me like I had insulted her fashion sense.
“Seriously? We’re doing this?” She raised her voice deliberately. “First Harridan calls me at dawn screaming that I’m a murderer, and now you? What is wrong with the men in this city? Do I look that amazingly wicked?”
I stepped closer. “Just answer the damn question, Amberson.”
She stood from her chair, her jaw tight with annoyance. “Dearest brother Justin, I did not send anyone to kill your little… complication. As you can see I'm too busy renovating my mall, I couldn't care less about your stupid fantasy.”
Her tone made my eyebrow twitch. “Her name is Lydia.”
“And she’s a fucking problem,” Amby snapped. “But I’m not stupid. Killing her in a hospital? With cameras everywhere? Please. At least accuse me realistically.”
Her irritation felt genuine, but that didn’t ease the knot in my chest.
“You hate her…maybe that's why everyone including myself is suspecting you,” I reminded her.
“Yes, I hate her, I still do,” she said without hesitation. “But now that she has memory loss, she’s not my rival anymore. What exactly would I gain from killing her?”
That sentence hit me wrong. Very wrong.
My eyes narrowed. “How do you know about her memory loss? Have you begun stalking, again?”
Amby froze, not in guilt, but in annoyance that I caught it.
She shrugged lightly. “I will never waste my money on a fool. Janet told me.”
My stomach dropped. Janet. Her best friend. The same girl who confessed she loved me and I shut her down without mercy. The same one who broke down crying and swore Lydia “brainwashed” me.
If anyone had an emotional motive mixed with stupidity…it was Janet. She was a verified psychopath.
My voice dropped. “Did you tell Janet where Lydia was?”
“Of course not,” Amby snapped. “Do I look insane? Why would I help that clingy girl do something reckless? She just said she heard rumors about the accident.”
Rumors. Rumors that somehow matched the attack last night.
I turned to leave, but her voice cut sharply:
“Justin.”
I stopped. Her heels clicked slowly as she approached me. When she spoke, it wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was quiet. A dangerous warning.
“You need to leave Lydia alone.”
I turned my head slightly. “No, I can't.”
“That girl isn’t worth all this trouble,” she insisted. “Everywhere she goes, chaos follows. Harridan turns stupid. You turn blind. And now…” Her voice dipped lower. “Now Father is back in town.”
A cold shiver crawled up my spine. Not out of fear of my father, but because I knew what he was capable of doing. He had once killed my girlfriend for distracting my sports training.
“He’s watching everything,” she continued. “And yesterday, I overheard him and some men discussing Lydia’s parents.”
My heart dropped to my stomach once again.
“What did they say?” I asked tightly.
She shook her head. “I didn’t catch all of it. Just… something about how history repeats itself. Justin…” Her face softened for the first time. “It sounded like trouble. Serious trouble. Lydia is not worth it. It's just a stupid infatuation, you'll meet someone better.”
And suddenly, Lydia’s words replayed in my mind when I had asked her to move in, clear as day:
“I can’t move in with you, Justin. If my parents were here, they would never agree. It would be improper for a lady to be living alone in a man's house.”
At the time, I thought she was just shy.
Now I realized she was warning me.
She had been hinting, quietly, painfully, at a truth she didn’t dare speak. She'd never spoken about her parents in the past, and now she seemed interested, connecting the dots. It had something to do with my family…and maybe the Werewolf Alliance. I knew.
I barely felt my phone vibrate until Amby raised a brow.
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
I looked down. Janet was calling. Of course. That stupid bitch needs proper medical help and a diagnosis.
Heat flared in my chest; anger, suspicion, betrayal, everything mixing. I hit the answer button sharply and furiously.
“What the hell do you want, Miss?” I growled into the phone.
Janet inhaled sharply on the other end.
“J-Justin…?” her shaky voice whispered. “Why are you sounding like that? Is everything alright?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“Why am I angry? How about because everything is starting to make sense? Because someone is lying. Because someone tried to kill Lydia.” Among these three sentences, I wondered which one to tell her, but later dismissed it.
I was done being polite. If you act like trash, I'll properly dispose of you. I walked out of Amby’s boutique, out of the mall, and into the cold air, my phone pressed to my ear.
“Talk, Janet,” I ordered. “Right now.”