Chapter 68 SALLY AND SAMANTHA
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
GENERAL POV
“I said… Sally has always been the lucky one,” she repeated, more cautiously this time.
There was a pause.
Princeton didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on her face, searching, calculating, piecing things together faster than she could even realize.
“A man has been here before,” she added, her voice trembling slightly now under the weight of his stare. “He asked about her origin too. I didn’t tell him though… about Sally.”
Princeton’s jaw tightened.
Someone else had been digging.
That meant time wasn’t on his side anymore.
“What is her relationship with…” he started, but she didn’t let him finish.
“They are twins.”
Princeton blinked once, as if to make sure he had heard correctly.
“Twins?” he repeated slowly.
The woman nodded.
“Yes.”
He took a step closer now, his full attention locked onto her.
“Explain,” he said.
She swallowed, then exhaled shakily, as if she had been holding this story in for years and didn’t quite know how to let it out.
“Samantha was the sick one,” she began. “She had heart problems from birth. Constant treatments. Constant fear.” Her voice softened as she spoke, her eyes drifting slightly as though she was seeing it all again. “Mary couldn’t afford it. She tried… God knows she tried, but there was only so much she could do.”
“So she made a choice,” the woman continued. “A painful one. She sent Samantha away to an orphanage. She hoped… someone rich, someone kind, would adopt her and pay for her treatment.”
A slow, almost satisfied smile crept onto Princeton’s lips.
This was it.
This was the crack in the story he had been searching for.
“And Sally?” he asked.
“She stayed,” the woman replied. “She was healthy. Strong. Everything Samantha wasn’t.”
Princeton let out a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.
“So Sally and Samantha are twins,” he said again, as if repeating it would make it feel more real.
“We are the only ones who truly know the full story,” she said quietly. “No one else. Not even the people who came asking.”
Princeton studied her carefully, weighing her words, testing for any sign of deception.
But all he saw was fear.
“Why are you all interested in the life of…” she began, confusion finally breaking through her fear.
Princeton didn’t let her finish.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick bundle of cash, and tossed it onto her stall.
The notes scattered slightly, drawing her startled gaze downward.
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” he said calmly.
Then he turned and walked away.
Behind him, the woman stood frozen, her heart pounding as she stared at the cash, then back at his retreating figure.
A low chuckle escaped his lips.
“Twins,” he muttered to himself.
Of all the possibilities he had considered, this had not been one of them.
Samantha.
Sally.
Two lives, split at birth by desperation and fate.
And now, somehow, tangled back into the same dangerous world.
His smile widened.
This was better than he imagined.
Much better.
“What do you mean?”
Savy’s voice came out strained, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she stared at him.
Princeton leaned back casually, clearly enjoying the moment.
“Samantha,” he said slowly, “is Sally’s twin.”
Silence filled the room.
Savy blinked, trying to process it.
Then he let out a disbelieving laugh.
“What a… twisted turn of events,” he murmured.
Princeton chuckled.
“Sweet,” he corrected.
“There is nothing sweet about this,” Savy snapped, his expression hardening.
But Princeton didn’t care.
Not when everything was finally falling into place.
“I can’t lose Samantha again,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting.
Princeton frowned.
“I’ve already lost Sally,” he continued, almost to himself now, pacing slowly. “And I won’t make that mistake twice.”
There was something unsettling in his voice.
Something obsessive.
“No,” he muttered, shaking his head. “No, no, no. Not this time.”
Savy watched him carefully, unease creeping into her chest.
“Princeton…” he started.
But he cut her off with a sudden grin.
“Wait till Kane finds out,” he said, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “That his precious mutate… is his wife’s twin.”
Savy’s breath caught.
“That will destroy him,” Princeton added, almost gleefully.
A slow, dangerous silence followed.
“We need to get Samantha away from him,” he said firmly. “Quickly.”
“Samantha is mine,” he said.
The certainty in his voice was questionable.
“Only then,” he continued, his lips curving into something dark, “can I ruin Kane completely.”
“Were you able to convince her?”
Eliana stood still, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Yes,” she replied.
“I was.”
A brief silence followed.
Then the voice spoke again.
“Good.”
“I’ll bring her soon,” she said.
But she pushed that feeling down.
Buried it.
“Make sure you do,” the voice replied.
Eliana nodded, even though the speaker couldn’t see her.
“Of course,” she said softly.
Then, after a slight pause, she added,
“The pleasure is all mine.”