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Waking up the next morning, Emily stretched lazily in bed, feeling pleasantly sore from the previous night's activities. Her cheeks burned red as she recalled the steamy moments shared with Dylan. Glancing to his side of the bed, she found it empty. Looking around the room, she called out softly, "Honey?" thinking he might be in the bathroom. But there was no response.Sighing, she swung her feet off the bed and slipped into her cozy bathrobe. Just as she was about to head out of the bedroom towards his study, her phone beeped with a text. She checked her phone and saw it was a message from Daryl: "hi, darling."A smile crept onto her face, and she began to type a playful response. But another message came in almost immediately. "I'm sorry about yesterday."Her smile widened as she replied, "Sorry about what? You don’t need to apologize for anything; it’s your right as my husband.""What a shy little boy he is," she chuckled to herself, feeling a rush of fondness.With a light heart,

Warning: Mature Content Ahead. Please Skip When You Feel Uncomfortable.As Emily ascended to the third floor, she found herself in a long hallway lined with rooms on either side. "This house is frustratingly big!" she huffed, her frustration mounting as she began her search for his study.After what felt like an eternity of opening and closing doors, she finally stumbled upon the right one. As she pushed the door open, her irritation evaporated, replaced by a rush of unexpected warmth at the sight before her. Dylan had rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong, hairy forearms. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his broad chest. Her gaze traveled up his neck, landing on his lips—thin and heart-shaped—making her swallow hard as she imagined those lips pressed against hers. She admired the high arch of his nose, the depth of his brown eyes, and the way his thick eyebrows framed his expression, all atop that perfectly styled brown hair.Caught in the

"Okay, let's take this slowly," Stephanie finally broke the silence. "She's your what?!" she burst out, disbelief etched across her face."Really, nothing is impossible," Sara said, still reeling from the shock Dylan had just delivered to them.No one ever expected him to get married before Daryl. Daryl was the quintessential nice guy—warm, light-hearted, and gentle, always surrounded by the presence of women who gravitated towards his charm. But Dylan... he was the exact opposite. Cold, arrogant, ruthless—no woman dared to go near him, even though they secretly admired his brooding demeanor."I'm Emily Green," Emily introduced herself, her heart racing from the intensity of the gazes fixed upon her."Charles Green's daughter?" Dylan's father, Robert, finally spoke, his voice low and measured."Yes, sir," Emily replied, maintaining her composure despite the weight of the moment."Nice job, son." Robert nodded at Dylan, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes as he assessed his son's ch

As Dylan drove through the bustling city, his phone rang. Checking the caller ID, it was Leah, the woman he was initially supposed to marry in place of Emily. He answered the call, and Leah's voice rang from the other end. “Where are you, sir? I’m already at the Registry.”“Go back home, I already got married,” he said flatly.“What?” Confusion was evident in her voice.“But you’ve paid me,” she argued, her disbelief palpable.To earn his father's properties, he needed to get married. It was his father's ultimatum set for him and his twin brother; whoever gets married first, gains everything he owns. Not having any woman in his life and not being ready to have one, Dylan settled for a contract wife, bringing Leah into the picture. But upon getting to the Registry, Emily's appearance and her drama in claiming him as her groom made him achieve his goal easier and faster.“Keep the money,” Dylan replied, hanging up before she could protest. Moments later, Emily’s car pulled up outside

Feeling a total stranger throw herself at him, Dylan instinctively pushing her away. "Who the hell are you?" he questioned, furrowing his brow in confusion."What do you mean, who am I? I'm your wife-to-be!" Emily snapped, her expression shifting to one of bewilderment."Listen," Dylan began, trying to steady the whirlwind of chaos unfolding around him. "I’m here to get married, but it’s not to you.""What are you talking about?" Emily's voice cracked, desperation washing over her. "Daryl, If this is some kind of prank, it’s really not funny anymore!" "Daryl?" Dylan stared at her, bewildered. "I’m not Daryl.""If you’re not Daryl, then who are you?" Emily shot back in frustration."I'm..." Dylan paused, wrestling with the decision to reveal his true identity as Daryl's twin. Doubts lingered in the back of his mind. "What if this is for my good?" he thought. "Are you ready to get married?" he asked instead, shifting his strategy to leverage the peculiar situation."If I wasn’t ready

The dining room was filled with the warm aroma of roasted chicken and steaming vegetables. Laughter and banter echoed off the walls as the family savored their hearty dinner, but amidst this warmth, Emily sat quietly, a half-hearted smile on her lips as she engaged with her social media page on her tablet. Lost in her online world, she barely noticed when the lively chatter began to fade, replaced by hushed whispers that filled the air with palpable tension. Finally sensing the shift, Emily looked up, scanning her family's expressions for clues, but finding only apprehension. "What's with the sudden silence?" she asked, a hint of confusion in her tone. Her father, Charles Green, cleared his throat, his voice booming across the table. "We need to discuss something important, Emily. Your mother and I have been talking..." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her.Emily felt a knot form in her stomach. She exchanged a nervous glance with her mother, who looked away, her