After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 25

"What's wrong, darling?" His voice was soft, soothing, like he was speaking to a child having a bad day. "Are you upset about something?"

I froze internally, my stomach churning. This was worse than I remembered. The lies, the facade, how easily he could switch between masks. I had almost forgotten how expertly he played the role of the doting fiancé to win over my family, to gain control of our wealth.

"No, Ryan," I replied, forcing a smile to match his tone. "But she says I’m bullying her."

Ryan hesitated, clearly scrambling for a response. "There must be some kind of misunderstanding… Sophia, I know you. You wouldn’t do something like this. But you should think about your reputation. Maybe it’s best to just apologize and move on."

I laughed inwardly. There it was—the same predictable script. Always making me the villain, always asking me to back down.

"No," I said, my voice cutting through the air like a knife. "There’s no misunderstanding. You saw it with your own eyes. I was bullying her because she deserves it. I beat her up because I wanted to. And now, it’s your turn."

Ryan blinked, visibly thrown off. "What?"

"Now, you slap her." My voice was cold and commanding. I didn’t leave room for negotiation. "Twice. Harder than I did."

Linda gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You’re insane," she spat, her voice trembling. "You’re completely insane."

I didn’t acknowledge her, keeping my gaze firmly on Ryan. "Well? Are you going to do it or not?" I took a step closer to him, narrowing my eyes. "If you don’t, we’re done. Right here. Right now."

“Ryan, are you going to do it or not?” I repeated, my words sharp as glass. “If you don’t, we’re done. I’ll walk away right now.”

Ryan clenched his jaw, his eyes flicking between me and Linda, who sat on the ground in a pitiful state, her tear-streaked face pleading with him. For a moment, I thought he might actually choose her, might finally defy me. But then, with a deep breath, he walked toward her, his steps heavy with reluctance.

He reached out, his hand trembling as it hovered by her face. When his fingers finally made contact, it wasn’t a slap. It was more like a caress, soft and almost apologetic. Linda looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of tender affection, as if they were the only two people in the world. As if, in that moment, nothing else mattered.

“Didn’t you eat?” I said icily, watching them both with disdain. “Or do you actually want to break up with me?”