The Twin Pact
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A sister who vanishes.
A wedding built on lies.
And a bride who never planned to fall in love.
When Charlotte’s twin sister, Scarlett, disappears days before her high-profile wedding to billionaire Stefan Reimann, she leaves behind two things: letters and proof her pregnancy was fake.
Bound by blood and sacrifice, Charlotte steps into Scarlett’s shoes, sealing herself into a marriage contract and marrying the man they swore to destroy.
Stefan is haunted by the woman he lost and tormented by the one now living in his house.
But Charlotte is hiding more than a heart full of anger and vengeance, and can only fight attraction and desire for so long when she realizes Stefan isn't the villain she expected.
Torn between revenge and a love she never wanted, Charlotte must survive a world of betrayal, buried truths, and bonds meant to be broken. What was supposed to be a one-year contract spirals into something far more dangerous.
In a world where vengeance wears a wedding ring, can love survive the truth?
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Chapter: Chapter Five~Charlotte~ The alarm still echoes faintly when I enter my room and lock the door. After a long night, the last thing I want is to be in danger. Pretending to be Scarlett and still being recognized by Sebastian had already strained my heart. What shitty luck do I have that he was bartending at the gala tonight. What I shared with Sebastian ran deeper than romantic love, and when I remember the terrifying rage on his face, I know explaining it to Stefan is impossible. I crane my neck, trying to listen for any sound. I don't hear Stefan or the bodyguard stationed outside. I had heard them arguing before, but the penthouse is silent now. I grab the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon—my potted cactus plant. Useless against armed robbers, but I can't just hold nothing. My legs start pacing. I'm hoping it's nothing—a false alarm. I've had enough panic for one day. Then I hear my phone ring and the shrill sound almost stops my heart. “My goodness,” I mutter, hurrying to g
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Chapter: Chapter Four~Stefan~Avoiding my wife like she carries a plague isn't how I pictured married life.But I married the wrong twin. So I keep my distance—a fugitive in my own damn house. Work has become a solace, and I stay late to be sure Charlotte has gone to bed so I don't have to look at her and deceive myself into thinking she's Scarlett. That kiss hasn't left my head, and I don't want to think about it. I don't know what that was, but sometimes my mind drifts off, and I remember the feel of her lips on mine, kissing me with so much emotion, and her warm hand on my face. Judy continues to joke about it and test my patience. The idiot is nowhere close to finding Scarlett, whose letter haunts me—three years of a relationship vanished with herThis gala was supposed to distract me. I was so looking forward to it that even my mother's sharp glares couldn't ruin my mood. Until I danced with Charlotte, she copied Scarlett so perfectly that I got confused for a moment. Her shadow could mimick her
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Chapter: Chapter Three~Charlotte~The wedding is grander than I ever thought possible. To the point I feel like I've stepped into a dream. Flash after flash of dozens of cameras. Lavish decorations. The most influential and wealthy trooping into the church. My mother walks up the front steps, looking beautiful in a shimmering turquoise dress. “Enough pictures.” She motions for the paparazzi to step back. “Her groom is waiting.” She’s beaming so much that I can’t tell the difference between her smile and the flash of the cameras. Grabbing my elbow, she turns me toward the doors. “Let's go.” Panic wraps around my heart like a vise. The bouquet in my hands feels too heavy, and the bejeweled white dress and accessories feel like shackles. Shackles Scarlett has made me wear. The church is breathtaking and silent, except for rapid shutter sounds and the wedding song. “Don't forget why you're doing this,” my mother whispers as we walk down the aisle. I want to cry. I shouldn't be here. The sidelines are
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Chapter: Chapter Two~Stefan~Charlotte Ortega grabs the pen with a steady hand and signs the contract. She may have the same face as Scarlett, but they are different. I can feel the intensity radiating from her. Scarlett has never been that way. She was gentle like a cool river, with soft eyes and an open laugh. She felt like fucking spring. No matter how much I hate her now, she was once my peace. My heart twists in a very unfamiliar way. Is this what heartbreak feels like? I resist the urge to rub my chest as if it would bring me relief. Why would Scarlett do this to me? I gave her everything. I even loved her! “I'm done,” Charlotte announces, her voice flat, almost dead, her hazel eyes empty. She drops the pen and straightens. Something about Charlotte has always felt wrong to me. The way she lurks in the background, her posture rigid, never speaking, always watching, with a personality as dead as her eyes, even her red hair seems dull and faded. It feels like she's a dark shadow to Scarlett
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Chapter: Chapter One~Charlotte~The last time I stood in this mansion, I was behind my sister, Scarlett. Hidden in the shadows, quietly watching the formalities of her wedding arrangements. Now, I’m in a black dress tailored to perfection, red hair slicked back, heels too high for comfort, about to take my sister's place—two days before her wedding.My mother fidgets beside me, muttering words I stopped listening to in the car. My calm expression, which I've perfected over the years, masks my panic. The soda I drank on the way threatens to rise back up, but I push it all down. The double doors beyond where we stand open silently.I hear the sharp click of heels, see the flash of rage in cold green eyes, and barely have time to say anything before a hard slap tears into my face. My mother inhales sharply. “Marina, please.” The bird-faced Marina Reimann, adorned in so many glittery jewels, glares daggers at me. “How dare you?!” Her voice rises like a screech ringing in my ears. “How dare both of you
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Chapter: Chapter 52Chapter 52The courtroom felt frigid, not in temperature but in the way its walls allowed riches, power, and the idea of justice to breathe. Aurora's hands tightened into fists as Dorian left the courtroom with that same haughty smile that made her stomach turn over. She sat stiffly in the back row.He was at liberty. Though she knew his power was strong, witnessing it come to pass in real time made her shudder. The judge had hardly spent ten minutes before granting him bail. Ten minutes. That was all it took to keep her darkest dream alive.Aurora held the bench's edge and urged herself to remain calm, not letting him see how much this upset her. But that arrogant, knowing glance told her he already knew as his eyes landed on hers across the room.Sylas was next to her right away. "Let's go," he said, his voice tightly under control.She didn't move immediately, her head caught in the maelstrom of what had just happened. Her body froze in place.Again, Sylas said, "Aurora," firmer th
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Chapter: Chapter 51Chapter 51I was in agony. My cranium throbbed with a dull pain, pulsing in sync with my heart. My limbs were slow, my body felt weighty, as though I had been underwater. When I tried to move, something cold and merciless stopped me. Metal, specifically. I blinked quickly to help my sight concentrate. The space around me sharpened into something worse than a dream. A suite in a fancy hotel. Detailed. Beautiful. Deals were negotiated, secrets were shared, and power was manipulated in this kind of game of chess. And I was the prize queen.. Thick, silver cuffs held my wrists fast to the headboard, the chain short enough to prevent much movement. The cold silk sheets under me helped to offset the intensity of my panic. I battled yanking at the straps, but they stayed still. The room burst in slow, delighted laughter. “Oh, you're awake.”Odian. Leg crossed, he sat in a soft leather chair across from the bed with one hand holding an amber glass. Long shadows from the mellow glow
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Chapter: Chapter 50Chapter 50The restaurant was poorly lit, the kind of place where secrets were shared softly over costly whisky. The air smelt like old oak and leather, but behind it something more sneaky lingered—a trap just ready to be sprung. I came across him right away. Sitting in a booth in the rear, Dorian had legs crossed and a smile pulling at his lips like he had already won. These were always his favourite times—when he could exercise control and cause someone to squirm. Still, I was not here to engage in his game. Here I was meant to finish it. As I came, my heels clicked against the beautiful oak floor. I refused to waver, to let him see even a hint of uncertainty. This was my conflict. Not Sylas's. not anyone else's. Not sitting, I stopped just short of the table. "What would you want?" Dorian let out a sharp breath, acting disappointed. "Aurora, sweetheart, is that any way you would welcome your former husband? Not any pleasantries? At my sides, my hands closed into f
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Chapter: Chapter 49Chapter 49The silence in my penthouse lasts far too much. The air still smells like the traces of my impetuous choice—the kiss, the heat, the instant I nearly let myself trust in something that didn't lead to devastation. But the second I withdrew; the planet collapsed once more, and I was reminded of the reason I cannot afford to be weak. Turning away from Sylas, I press trembling fingertips to my lips. My heart asks for something I cannot let myself want, pounding against my ribs. I should not have done it, I whisper. Sylas stays near enough for me to feel his body behind me, not moving from where he is standing. His voice has an intolerable patience—deep and consistent. "You're not running from this, Aurora." I shut my eyes. "I'm not hurrying." But I'm . Always I've. The storm outside howls at the glass windows, rattling through the vacant areas of my house and making me feel smaller than I would like to be. Tonight is weight—the kiss, the longing, the awareness th
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Chapter: Chapter 48Chapter 48The restaurant is poorly lighted, with a personal glow softening shadows on the immaculate white tablecloth. Softly in the background, a string quartet whispers a violin against the tension in the air. I ought not to be here. I are aware of this. Still, I find myself unable to get up from across from Sylas and watch the candlelight flutter in his emerald-green eyes. Not following my current daily schedule. I still find Dorian's onslaught cutting through me like glass in my memory. He had held my wrist too firmly, his words a piercing whisper into my flesh. “You belong to me, Aurora. Remember not to forget that.” My hold on my wine glass gets firmer in remembrance. I sip, the red liquid scorching down my throat, but it doesn't help me to relax. Sylas remarks. He certainly does. He always finds it. His little taps on the table, a silent invitation for me to talk. But I don't. For I might not stop once I start. At last, his voice low and steady, "You're quie
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Chapter: Chapter 47Chapter 47 I slept very little. My eyes closed and I heard his voice every time. "I’ve wanted you long before you ever knew." Replaying the phrases in my head like a song I couldn't stop, they kept looping over and over until they were a constant feature of my thinking. Sylas had said, but it was his manner of saying it as well. The resonance of his voice, intense. The way his fingertips had barely touched my jaw yet left a scar deep under my flesh. I had been a few seconds away from caving in. Not able to undo a mistake seconds away from creating one. I therefore simply carried out the one action I knew how to undertake. I went running. A Divide Between Us: A Wall I poured myself into for the following two days. Emails; calls; meetings; calls for proposals Anything to help one avoid thinking. Anything designed to generate distance. Sylas did not exert effort. Nevertheless, he observed. Pining. Every time he walked into a room, I sensed his look. I could sense h
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