The King's Twins

Chapter 7

Third person's POV

Everyone in the room had only one thought: they were royally screwed. Alexander couldn't believe his Angel had run away. He had just reunited with her after almost fourteen years, and now she was gone. He loved both girls, but Angel always held a special place in his heart. Reading the letter she left behind, one thought haunted him: he had failed as a brother

Lila was consumed with guilt. Only now did she realize how much her twin had hated physical contact or raised voices, how she always flinched. Why had she been so closed off? It was only now, after their mother's death, that Lila understood the drastic change in her sister. The memories flooded back—how her twin always insisted she go to a friend’s house for sleepovers, and only now did Lila realize it was because her sister was being beaten at home. How could she have missed the signs? How could she not have known? These thoughts ran rampant in her mind.

Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes, even Xander and James, who never showed their emotions. All the brothers had vowed to protect their baby sisters, to kill anyone who hurt them, but now they despised themselves because they were the ones who had hurt Angelina. She hated them—the look on her face when they accused her of hitting Lila shattered them. They wanted nothing more than to see their Principessa again. The only question on everyone’s mind was: would she ever forgive them?

Alexander couldn’t fathom how his 17-year-old sister had managed to sneak out. For God's sake, his security was top-notch—after all, he was the capo of the Italian Mafia. He immediately headed to the security room, with all his brothers and sister following close behind. When they reviewed the security footage, no one could believe their eyes: she had jumped from the second floor so easily, without a scratch. They quickly spotted a taxi in front of the mansion, and James noted down the number.

"I'll call the taxi company and find out where they dropped our princess," Xavier said. After the call, he informed his brothers that the taxi had taken Lina to the airport. Suddenly, a name popped into Lila’s mind—Avery. Without a word, she ran to her room, her brothers trailing behind in confusion. She grabbed her phone and called Avery, the only person her twin was close to.

"Hi Lila, what's up?" Avery answered casually.

"Hello, bro," Lila’s voice was low, trembling with tears. "Lina has run away from our brothers' house. Do you have any idea where she is? Please, tell me."

Avery instantly recognized the pain in her voice. "Baby girl, please don't cry. Lina is safe."

Hello, bro," Lila’s voice was low, trembling with tears. "Lina has run away from our brothers' house. Do you have any idea where she is? Please, tell me."

Avery instantly recognized the pain in her voice. "Baby girl, please don't cry. Lina is safe."

John, overhearing the conversation, demanded, "Where is she? And how do you know she's safe? Who are you?"

Avery's tone hardened. "I'm her brother. Now tell me."

"Oh, you’re the 'dearest brother' who abandoned your sisters and then slapped my baby girl? How could you do that? And now you’re concerned about her whereabouts? None of you have the right to call yourselves her brothers," Avery said, his voice laced with anger.

The King brothers knew he was right, but their worry for their sister overshadowed everything else.