Chapter 137 – The Corporate Web

Dominic has placed loyal agents inside every company James controls.

Three parts. Humanised. Strategic tension.

And the betrayal isn't what it seems.

The island image was still burned into their screens.

Aircraft. Activity. Phase Reinitiation.

But Georgia had shifted focus.

If the island was restarting something, it required infrastructure.

Money.

Compliance.

Operational silence.

She began mapping internal structures across James's corporations.

Executive assistants. Mid-level directors. Regional compliance officers. Risk auditors.

At first, nothing seemed abnormal.

Then she noticed a pattern.

Certain hires - scattered over twelve years - shared a common recruitment intermediary.

A consulting firm that technically dissolved eight years ago.

But its alumni remained embedded across James's empire.

She turned to Dominic.

"These people."

He stepped closer.

She highlighted names.

Singapore division compliance chief.

Zurich audit supervisor.

New York risk analyst.

Tokyo procurement director.

All previously contracted under the same consulting firm.

Dominic's expression didn't change.

James noticed.

"You know that firm."

Dominic didn't deny it.

"Yes."

Georgia's pulse slowed slightly.

"You placed them."

Silence.

James's voice tightened.

"When?"

Dominic answered calmly.

"Gradually."

"How many?"

Dominic's gaze remained steady.

"Enough."

The word hung heavy.

James stepped forward.

"You embedded loyalists inside my companies?"

Dominic's voice stayed even.

"I embedded stabilizers."

Georgia crossed her arms.

"That's not the same."

Dominic met her gaze.

"It is when your father weaponizes structure."

James's jaw tightened.

"You didn't tell me."

"No."

"Why?"

Dominic's answer was immediate.

"Because you wouldn't have allowed it."

Silence.

James's breathing shifted.

"You infiltrated my empire."

Dominic's eyes didn't waver.

"I fortified it."

Georgia's mind moved quickly.

"You said 'every company.'"

Dominic nodded once.

"Yes."

James exhaled sharply.

"That's surveillance."

"No," Dominic replied quietly. "That's protection."

James shook his head faintly.

"Protection from what?"

Dominic looked directly at him.

"From being erased."

Silence detonated in the room.

Georgia whispered,

"How long have you been planning for David to turn on James?"

Dominic's voice was cold.

"I never assumed he wouldn't."

They moved to the internal database.

Dominic didn't resist.

He gave Georgia clearance codes.

Layer by layer, the structure revealed itself.

Embedded auditors who flagged unusual financial reroutes before they reached James.

Procurement officers who quietly rejected suppliers tied to David's shell companies.

Legal assistants who rerouted high-risk documents for secondary review.

James stared at the screen.

"You built a shadow governance structure."

Dominic didn't deny it.

"Yes."

Georgia's voice was careful.

"You replaced key pressure points."

Dominic nodded.

"So if David attempted a hostile takeover-"

"It would stall," Dominic finished.

James's voice was tight.

"You positioned yourself as contingency authority."

Dominic met his gaze.

"Yes."

Silence.

James felt something sharp twist inside him.

"You didn't trust me to defend myself."

Dominic's voice softened slightly.

"I didn't trust him not to outmaneuver you."

Georgia watched both of them carefully.

"This wasn't about dominance," she said quietly.

"No," Dominic replied.

"It was about survivability."

James stepped closer.

"How many people know they answer to you?"

Dominic's expression hardened slightly.

"They don't answer to me."

James frowned.

"Then who?"

Dominic paused.

Then:

"They answer to continuity."

Georgia blinked.

"What does that mean?"

Dominic turned the screen toward them.

Codename: Web Anchor Protocol.

Established twelve years ago.

James's pulse shifted.

"That's when we reconnected."

Dominic nodded.

"I assumed at least one of us would be targeted eventually."

Georgia whispered,

"So you built a corporate immune system."

"Yes."

James shook his head faintly.

"You built leverage."

Dominic's eyes darkened slightly.

"I built insurance."

Silence.

Then Georgia asked the question neither of them had voiced yet.

"If every company James controls has embedded loyalists..."

She looked directly at Dominic.

"Who do they side with if you and James diverge?"

The room went still.

Dominic didn't answer immediately.

James's jaw tightened.

"Answer her."

Dominic spoke calmly.

"They side with survival."

"That's not an answer."

"It is."

James's voice dropped.

"Do they choose you?"

Dominic held his gaze.

"If you fracture, they neutralize instability."

Silence detonated.

Georgia whispered,

"Neutralize how?"

Dominic's eyes shifted slightly.

"Financial containment. Authority suspension."

James felt the implications settle.

"You built a mechanism to remove me."

Dominic didn't flinch.

"I built a mechanism to prevent collapse."

James stepped closer.

"You never trusted me."

Dominic's voice was steady.

"I never trusted David."

The room was heavy with something unspoken.

Not betrayal.

But realization.

Georgia broke the silence.

"What happens if the Web Anchor activates?"

Dominic answered plainly.

"It already has."

James froze.

"What?"

Dominic turned the screen again.

Live feed.

Multiple internal executives had initiated emergency governance clauses after the identity challenge filing.

Board votes temporarily frozen.

High-risk assets isolated.

Voting rights suspended pending DNA confirmation.

James's pulse spiked.

"You triggered it."

"No," Dominic said quietly. "The system triggered itself."

Georgia frowned.

"Autonomous?"

"Yes."

James stared at him.

"You built something you don't control?"

Dominic met his gaze.

"I built something no one controls."

Silence.

James felt anger surge - not explosive, but slow and cold.

"You embedded yourself in my empire."

Dominic's voice remained calm.

"I embedded protection."

James shook his head faintly.

"You embedded doubt."

Before Dominic could respond-

An alert flashed across the wall.

Executive Override Request.

Origin: Elias Luther.

Georgia's breath caught.

"What is he doing?"

James stared at the screen.

Elias had filed an internal motion leveraging minority trust rights - demanding temporary inspection of embedded personnel networks.

Dominic's eyes sharpened.

"He found the web."

James whispered,

"How?"

Dominic's voice was tight.

"Because he was trained to."

Georgia's pulse quickened.

"If he exposes your loyal agents-"

James finished it.

"The narrative becomes corporate manipulation."

Dominic added quietly,

"And validates David's identity challenge."

Silence.

Another alert.

Boardroom feed request.

Elias requesting direct conference with James and Dominic.

James accepted.

The screen flickered.

Elias appeared.

Calm.

Precise.

He didn't look angry.

He looked analytical.

"You embedded yourself in his companies," Elias said to Dominic.

Dominic didn't deny it.

"Yes."

Elias nodded once.

"Smart."

James frowned slightly.

"That's not what you called it in your filing."

Elias's eyes shifted to him.

"I didn't call it anything."

Georgia stepped forward.

"You requested inspection."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Elias's expression remained unreadable.

"To see whether you were consolidating."

Dominic's voice went cool.

"And?"

Elias paused.

"You weren't."

Silence.

James blinked.

"You don't see this as takeover?"

"No."

Dominic's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Then what do you see?"

Elias's gaze moved between them.

"Preparation."

Georgia felt her pulse spike.

"Preparation for what?"

Elias didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he leaned slightly closer to the camera.

"You think the island is about succession."

James's voice was tight.

"It's not?"

Elias's eyes were colder than ever.

"No."

Dominic's jaw hardened.

"Then what is it?"

A pause.

Then Elias said quietly:

"The corporate web isn't for defense."

Silence.

James felt something heavy settle in his chest.

"It's deployment infrastructure."

Georgia's breath hitched.

Dominic didn't move.

Elias continued.

"You weren't competing for control of companies."

James whispered,

"Then what were we doing?"

Elias's voice lowered.

"You were building nodes."

The word felt mechanical.

Cold.

Georgia's voice trembled slightly.

"Nodes for what?"

Elias's expression didn't change.

"For when Phase Reinitiation goes global."

Silence detonated across the estate.

James stared at the screen.

"You think David is activating something larger."

Elias nodded once.

"Yes."

Dominic spoke evenly.

"The web wasn't my design."

Elias's eyes sharpened.

"No."

Dominic's pulse shifted slightly.

"You're saying he wanted this structure."

"Yes."

Georgia's voice was barely audible.

"He wanted distributed control."

Elias finished it.

"He wanted three synchronized command centers."

James whispered,

"We weren't being groomed."

Dominic's voice went ice cold.

"We were being positioned."

Another alert flashed.

Satellite feed update.

Island airstrip - increased activity.

Multiple aircraft departing simultaneously.

Elias looked at them steadily.

"It's not just restarting."

James swallowed.

"Then what?"

Elias's voice didn't waver.

"It's expanding."

The feed cut abruptly.

Silence.

Georgia looked at Dominic.

"You built the web thinking it was defense."

Dominic's eyes were darker than ever.

"Yes."

James whispered,

"But what if it was always meant to activate?"

Another alert.

Internal system notice.

Web Anchor Protocol shifting status.

From Containment Mode...

To Integration Mode.

James felt his stomach drop.

Dominic stepped closer to the screen.

"That's not possible."

Georgia whispered,

"Unless someone else has override authority."

Silence.

One final notification appeared:

Primary Override Granted.

Authorization: D. Luther.

James exhaled slowly.

"He just weaponized your insurance."

Dominic's jaw tightened painfully.

The corporate web was no longer dormant protection.

It was live infrastructure.

And every loyal agent Dominic had placed-

Now reported to a central command.

Not James.

Not Dominic.

David.

Outside, dawn fully broke.

Inside, the companies James controlled were no longer his.

They were connected.

Synchronized.

And activating.

James whispered,

"We built his network."

Dominic's voice was steady but colder than ever.

"No."

He looked at the shifting interface.

"He built us."

And somewhere beyond the estate walls-

Aircraft were landing.

The web was tightening.

And Phase Reinitiation had officially begun.

Chapter 138 – A Dangerous Game

The envelope was hand-delivered.

No stamp.

No return address.

No courier name.

Just Georgia's name written in a familiar slanted handwriting that made her fingers tremble before she even opened it.

She found it on the kitchen counter at 7:12 a.m.

She had locked the doors the night before. Checked the windows. Armed the system.

Someone had been inside her home.

Her pulse began to hammer.

She didn't call James.

She didn't scream.

She didn't move.

She stared at the envelope like it might breathe.

The paper was thick. Expensive. Cream-colored. The kind David used to prefer for private correspondence.

Her throat tightened.

Slowly, carefully, she opened it.

One single sheet.

One single line.

STOP DIGGING.

Next time, it won't be paper.

No signature.

But below the sentence - a photograph.

Her.

Standing outside the hidden apartment three nights ago.

The timestamp was precise. The angle elevated. Surveillance-level clean.

She hadn't seen anyone.

She hadn't heard anyone.

Which meant she was already being watched before she found the apartment.

Her fingers went cold.

Then she noticed something worse.

At the bottom corner of the photograph was a small red dot.

A laser marker.

Placed directly over her chest.

Georgia dropped the photo.

Her breath fractured.

This wasn't intimidation.

It was calibration.

Whoever sent this wasn't warning her to stop investigating David Luther.

They were testing how easily they could reach her.

And how cleanly they could eliminate her.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

She froze.

Then it buzzed again.

And again.

A text message.

"You should check your security cameras."

Her stomach dropped.

She ran to the monitor system.

The footage from 3:04 a.m. replayed automatically.

The kitchen.

Dark.

Still.

Then-

A figure entered frame.

Wearing gloves.

Wearing a mask.

Walking slowly. Calmly. Unhurried.

The figure placed the envelope on the counter.

Then looked directly into the camera.

And waved.

Georgia's knees buckled.

The wave wasn't mocking.

It was intimate.

Like someone greeting an old friend.

And then-

The figure lifted a gloved hand.

Removed the mask.

The footage glitched.

Flickered.

Distorted.

But for a fraction of a second...

She saw a face.

David's.

Or-

No.

Not David.

The other one.

Dominic.

The screen went black.

The footage corrupted itself.

Georgia stood in the silence of her kitchen, breath shallow, hands shaking.

This wasn't random.

This wasn't coincidence.

This was escalation.

And someone had just declared war.

Behind her-

The house alarm beeped.

Front door opening.

She turned slowly.

James stood in the doorway.

Holding an identical envelope.

James didn't look at her.

He walked past her silently and placed his envelope on the table beside hers.

Two identical warnings.

Two identical photographs.

Two identical red dots.

Only his was centered over his forehead.

They didn't speak.

They didn't need to.

Dominic wasn't just threatening.

He was positioning them.

Georgia finally whispered, "He was here."

James's jaw tightened. "I know."

"How?"

He looked at her now. Not as a husband. Not as a protector.

But as a strategist.

"Because the alarm system logs show a temporary override code."

She stared.

"What override code?"

He swallowed once.

"Mine."

The room tilted.

"You gave him access?"

"No."

James' voice was sharp now. Controlled anger. Controlled fear.

"I never gave him anything."

Silence.

Georgia understood.

Dominic hadn't guessed the code.

He knew it.

Which meant-

They shared more than a face.

They shared system-level identity.

Biometric overlaps.

Authorization privileges.

Corporate encryption recognition.

If Dominic could trigger James' override code...

He could legally impersonate him.

He could sign documents.

Transfer funds.

Authorize contracts.

Authorize arrests.

Authorize lethal responses.

Georgia's voice trembled. "He's trying to merge you."

James looked at her.

"Yes."

Dominic's offer from Chapter 131 echoed in the air:

Merge identities or destroy each other.

This was step one.

Destabilize James publicly.

Intimidate Georgia privately.

Force compliance.

Georgia felt something shift inside her.

Fear didn't disappear.

It hardened.

"If he thinks I'm going to stop-"

James grabbed her wrist.

"Georgia."

The tone stopped her.

Not protective.

Urgent.

"He's not just watching you. He's mapping you."

She frowned.

"What does that mean?"

James reached into his jacket.

Pulled out his phone.

Showed her something.

A series of digital activity logs.

Every time she accessed files.

Every time she searched offshore accounts.

Every time she contacted investigators.

Someone mirrored her activity within minutes.

Dominic wasn't trying to stop her.

He was learning her methods.

Predicting her moves.

Letting her dig.

Because she was leading him to something.

Georgia felt her breath shorten.

"We're not hunting him."

James nodded slowly.

"He's hunting us."

The house lights flickered.

Then died.

Complete darkness.

Georgia gasped.

Backup power should have activated.

It didn't.

James pulled her behind him instinctively.

Outside-

A car engine started.

Not rushing.

Not fleeing.

Waiting.

Headlights cut across the windows.

Slowly.

Methodically.

The beam paused over the front door.

Then the horn sounded once.

Short.

Controlled.

Deliberate.

Georgia whispered, "He's outside."

James didn't answer.

Because the horn sounded again.

Twice this time.

Like a signal.

And then-

Her phone vibrated again.

New message.

"You have 48 hours."

The car was gone by the time they reached the window.

No tire screech.

No panic.

Just absence.

Which was worse.

Georgia stood in the living room darkness, her heartbeat like thunder in her ears.

James finally said it.

"This isn't about fear."

She looked at him.

"It's positioning."

Dominic didn't want them dead.

Not yet.

He wanted pressure.

Instability.

Force James into a choice.

Merge identities.

Or escalate into mutual destruction.

Georgia exhaled slowly.

"Forty-eight hours for what?"

James's eyes hardened.

"For me to respond."

The proposition had a deadline now.

Georgia thought fast.

"What happens if you ignore him?"

James didn't hesitate.

"He exposes everything."

"What everything?"

He looked away.

And that silence told her more than any confession.

There were things she still didn't know.

Things buried deeper than offshore accounts.

Deeper than hidden apartments.

Deeper than covert funding.

Dominic had leverage.

Real leverage.

Georgia stepped closer.

"What are you not telling me?"

James' voice dropped.

"Dominic doesn't just want to merge names."

He swallowed.

"He wants to merge assets."

"And?"

"And operational authority."

Georgia froze.

"What operational authority?"

James didn't answer immediately.

Because outside-

A drone rose slowly into view outside their window.

Hovering.

Recording.

Unblinking.

On its underside-

A blinking red light.

The same red dot from the photographs.

Georgia felt her stomach drop.

James stared at the drone.

Then finally spoke.

"He wants control of the operation our parents started."

The air went still.

The parents' secret from Chapter 133.

The covert network.

The decades-old lie.

Georgia's voice was barely audible.

"What operation?"

James looked at her.

And for the first time-

She saw fear.

"Something that was never meant to survive us."

The drone tilted slightly.

As if adjusting focus.

Georgia's phone vibrated again.

Final message.

"Clock's ticking, brother."

And beneath it-

A live GPS location.

Pinned.

Two hours away.

Abandoned industrial complex.

Georgia's pulse raced.

This wasn't a warning.

It was an invitation.

James stared at the coordinates.

Then at her.

Forty-eight hours.

A meeting.

A showdown.

Or a trap.

Georgia whispered, "We can't walk into that."

James' eyes darkened.

"We don't have a choice."

The drone suddenly dropped lower-

Then exploded into sparks against the glass.

A flash.

A shockwave.

The window shattered inward.

Georgia screamed.

James pulled her down.

Smoke filled the room.

And in the chaos-

The house alarm finally activated.

Too late.

As they lay on the floor surrounded by shattered glass and smoke, Georgia realized something terrifying:

Dominic wasn't threatening to kill them.

He was testing their response time.

Measuring their reflexes.

Studying their fear.

This wasn't a warning.

This was rehearsal.

And the real move-

Was coming next.

Chapter 139 – The Hidden Account

Georgia had always believed money told the truth.

People lied. Faces lied. Even love could lie.

But numbers? Numbers left fingerprints.

The office was dark except for the desk lamp cutting a pale circle across her laptop. The house was too quiet tonight. David had said he was flying to Geneva. Again. A "compliance summit." The explanation had sounded rehearsed.

She replayed Dominic's warning in her mind.

If you want proof, follow the money.

She had expected shell companies. A few suspicious transfers. Nothing extraordinary.

What she found instead made her blood turn cold.

The offshore account wasn't just hidden-it was layered behind three corporate veils registered in different jurisdictions. Cayman. Malta. Singapore.

Each account traced back to a parent holding firm.

A firm James Barnett once owned.

Georgia's breath stilled.

That was impossible. James had dissolved that company after the merger scandal two years ago. She remembered the press conference. The apology. The clean exit.

But the registry file in front of her showed something different.

The holding firm hadn't dissolved.

It had split.

Two directors.

One name redacted.

The other-

Dominic Reyes.

Her pulse spiked.

She zoomed in on the transaction logs.

Weekly transfers. Large sums. Routed through private military contractors. Security consultants. Digital surveillance firms.

Not business expansion.

Operational funding.

Dominic wasn't hiding wealth.

He was financing something.

Something structured.

Something strategic.

Her stomach dropped when she noticed the pattern in the withdrawals.

The disbursements aligned perfectly with the dates of James' unexplained memory gaps.

The dates he couldn't account for.

The dates that matched the overlapping travel logs she had discovered in Chapter 136.

The room felt smaller.

She scrolled further down.

And then she saw it.

A scheduled transfer-time stamped for tomorrow at midnight.

Recipient: Project Janus.

Amount: enough to collapse a government contract.

Her hand trembled over the trackpad.

Janus.

The Roman god with two faces.

Two identities.

Two lives.

She wasn't just uncovering financial fraud.

She was staring at a blueprint for something much larger.

Something that required two men who looked exactly alike.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

She hesitated.

Then answered.

Silence.

Then a voice-distorted.

"You should stop looking, Georgia."

The line went dead.

And in the black reflection of her laptop screen, she realized-

The study door behind her was no longer fully closed.

James wasn't sleeping.

He hadn't slept properly in weeks.

Memory fragments came like broken glass-sharp, incomplete, dangerous to hold.

Dominic's proposition still echoed in his mind.

Merge identities or destroy each other.

At first, he thought it was manipulation.

Now, after Georgia forwarded him the preliminary screenshots from the offshore accounts, he wasn't so sure.

He stared at the printed transaction logs spread across his dining table.

Dominic had placed agents inside every company James controlled. That was Chapter 137's revelation.

But this-

This was deeper.

This was infrastructure.

James traced the payment route with a pen.

Offshore holding → security subsidiary → private logistics firm → encrypted payout.

Each chain ended in cities James had "never" visited.

Istanbul.

Zurich.

Buenos Aires.

But flashes of those places haunted him.

A balcony in Zurich.

Rain on cobblestones in Istanbul.

A woman in Buenos Aires calling him by a name that wasn't James.

He pressed his fingers to his temples.

What if the memory gaps weren't accidental?

What if he wasn't being replaced-

What if he had already lived both lives?

The thought made his chest tighten.

His secure phone vibrated.

Dominic.

James let it ring once.

Twice.

Then answered.

"You've seen it," Dominic said calmly.

"The hidden account."

"It's funding something called Project Janus."

A soft chuckle.

"Not funding. Sustaining."

James' jaw tightened. "What is it?"

A pause.

Then-

"It's us."

Silence swallowed the room.

"You created a contingency," Dominic continued. "In case one identity was compromised. Two public faces. Two financial footprints. Perfect deniability."

"That's a lie."

"Is it?"

Dominic's voice shifted-less mocking now.

"Look at the dates, James. Look at when the account was opened. Look at whose biometric authorization activated it."

James flipped to the opening documents.

His vision blurred.

Primary authorization: J.Barnett.

Secondary authorization: D.Reyes.

Activation timestamp-

The night their parents died.

His breath stopped.

That was the night everything fractured.

The night James lost pieces of his memory.

Dominic spoke softly.

"You don't remember because you weren't supposed to."

The line disconnected.

James stared at the documents.

The same handwriting appeared on both authorization forms.

His handwriting.

Or Dominic's.

Or-

The house alarm chimed.

Front gate breach.

James rose slowly.

On his security monitor, headlights cut through the darkness.

A black SUV.

Engine still running.

And in the driver's seat-

A silhouette identical to his own.

Georgia didn't wait for morning.

She copied the account data onto an encrypted drive and sent a partial dossier to a journalist she trusted-on a timed release.

If something happened to her, the file would go public.

The threatening call had shaken her, but it also clarified something.

This wasn't just corporate espionage.

This was operational warfare.

And she was standing in the crossfire.

At 11:57 p.m., she logged into the offshore portal again.

The midnight transfer was pending.

She shouldn't have access.

Yet somehow, the system accepted her credentials.

Two-factor authentication triggered.

Instead of sending a code to David-

It sent it to her.

Her hands went cold.

Why would she be an authorized recipient?

Unless-

Unless David had placed her inside the structure without telling her.

Or worse-

Unless she had signed something she didn't remember.

The countdown ticked.

00:02:14.

Her cursor hovered over the "Suspend Transfer" option.

If she stopped it, Dominic would know.

If she let it go through, Project Janus would advance to its final stage.

Her phone buzzed again.

This time it was David.

She answered immediately.

"Georgia, listen to me carefully," he said, voice tight. "You need to leave the house right now."

"Why?"

"No time. They've moved earlier than expected."

"Who has?"

A sharp crack echoed through the line.

Gunfire.

Her blood froze.

"David!"

"Dominic doesn't control this anymore," he shouted over chaos. "The investors do. And if that transfer completes-"

The call cut off.

00:00:45.

Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.

She switched screens.

Another login had just entered the system.

Remote access.

User ID: D.Reyes.

And another.

User ID: J.Barnett.

Both active.

Two authorizations required for final release.

Her screen split.

Two cursors moved simultaneously.

One hovered over APPROVE.

The other over CANCEL.

A message flashed:

Dual confirmation required.

Georgia's breathing became shallow.

Someone was accessing James' credentials.

Or James himself.

Or-

The cursor over APPROVE clicked.

One confirmation complete.

The system awaited the second.

Georgia's screen flickered.

A live video feed opened without her permission.

James.

Bruised.

Restrained.

In the back of a moving vehicle.

Dominic sat opposite him, calm as ever.

"Choose wisely, Georgia," Dominic said directly into the camera.

Her pulse roared in her ears.

"If the transfer completes, the structure survives. If you cancel it, the investors burn everything-including him."

James lifted his head weakly.

"Don't let them-"

The feed cut to static.

00:00:08.

Her finger hovered over CANCEL.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

A new notification appeared.

Additional user logged in.

Name:

J.Barnett – Secondary.

Her mind fractured.

Secondary?

How many James Barnetts existed in this system?

The final second ticked down.

And then-

The transfer executed.

But not from her account.

From a third authorization she had never seen before.

Project Janus: Fully Funded.

The system logged out.

All access revoked.

Georgia stared at the blank screen.

Outside, tires screeched in the driveway.

Headlights flooded the windows.

Not one vehicle.

Three.

Doors slammed.

Boots hit gravel.

And on her phone-

A final message from an encrypted sender:

There were never two twins, Georgia.

There were three.