THE BOSS'S FORBIDDEN TWINS
One night. Two strangers. Three lives changed forever.
Elena Martinez never expected her celebration drink to end in the arms of a mysterious stranger. No names. No promises. Just one unforgettable night of passion that should have remained a beautiful secret.
Until she walks into her dream job interview—and comes face-to-face with her one-night stand. Damien Blackwood, billionaire CEO, is now her boss. And he's determined to pretend that night never happened.
When Elena discovers she's pregnant with twins, Damien's response shatters her: "Convenient timing. Looking for a payday?" Accused of gold-digging and threatened with destruction, Elena disappears, vowing to raise her children alone.
Five years later, their worlds collide again.
Her brilliant, mischievous twins accidentally wander into Daddy's office, and one look at their faces reveals the truth Damien can no longer deny. But claiming his children means confronting the woman he wronged—the only woman he's never been able to forget.
Elena's not the naïve girl he dismissed. She's built a life without him, and forgiveness won't come easy. Especially when corporate conspiracies, family betrayals, and dangerous enemies threaten everything they hold dear.
As passion reignites and secrets explode, Damien must prove he's worthy of a second chance. But can a love born from one reckless night survive the chaos of reality?
Some mistakes can't be undone. Some loves refuse to die. And some families are worth fighting the world for.
A steamy second-chance romance with scheming twins, corporate intrigue, and a love that defies the odds.
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Chapter: Chapter SixElena Monday shows up ugly.Rain hammers the window of my tiny apartment like it’s personally offended. I’m up at five-thirty, standing in front of my closet in mismatched socks and the same ratty college T-shirt I’ve owned since sophomore year, having a full-on panic attack over fabric.Nothing feels safe. The black dress says, “Remember me on your hotel desk?” The red blazer screams, “I’m trying too hard.” Everything else looks like it belongs to someone who definitely did not ride the CEO like a mechanical bull three nights ago.I end up in the charcoal suit I wore to my abuela’s cousin’s funeral. If it was somber enough for that, it can handle today.The subway is a wet, miserable sardine can. I stand the whole ride, one arm hooked around a pole, the other clutching my umbrella like a weapon. Every jolt of the train feels like a countdown.Soph texts: already here. coffee before you face the firing squad?Tempting. But she’ll take one look at me and know. She always knows
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Chapter Five Elena I get to Blackwood at 9:47 exactly. Navy suit pressed within an inch of its life, hair twisted into the kind of bun that says “I have my shit together” even when I absolutely do not. I look like I belong here. I do not feel like I belong here.Security waves me through. The receptionist smiles like she didn’t watch me flee the building yesterday looking like a crime-scene survivor. I manage to smile back without my face cracking.Rachel Kim meets me at the elevator bank. Late twenties, sleek ponytail, glasses that probably have their own mortgage. She’s all easy warmth and zero bullshit.“Elena! Ready for round two?”“Born ready,” I lie.She laughs like she believes me. “Fair warning: we bite. But only because he trained us that way.”The elevator climbs. My stomach stays on the ground floor.Ninth floor again. This time the big glass conference room. Five people look up when we walk in. Five sets of eyes that can smell fear.No Damien.I hate how much air leaves my lungs.Ra
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: Chapter FourElena I didn’t go home. Home is a studio the size of a shoebox with a radiator that clanks like it’s dying and a mattress that still smells faintly like the coconut oil I put in my hair last week. If I walk in there right now I’ll just sit on the floor and replay every second of that conference room on loop until I’m sick. So I ride the subway all the way to the hospital instead. Visiting hours don’t start until noon, but the cafeteria never closes and the coffee is terrible enough to punish me. I get a corner table by the window that looks out on the ambulance bay and nurse-smoke-break area. The coffee tastes like it was brewed during the Clinton administration. I drink it black and scalding. My phone lights up. Sophia: SPILL. How bad was it?? Did you nail it?? Are we getting lunch on the company dime soon or what?? Sophia. My ride-or-die since we both cried over stats midterms. The one who basically shoved my résumé at HR because “they’re desperate for someone who
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: Chapter ThreeElena The second the door clicks shut behind Jennifer, the room feels like it shrinks to the size of a coffin. His hand is still out. Same hand that dug bruises into my hips like he was trying to brand me. Same fingers that drew slow circles on my spine while I came apart against his mouth. I can’t move. My lungs forget their job. “Ms. Martinez?” Jennifer again, polite and confused, because I’m standing here like someone unplugged me. He drops the handshake like it never existed. “We’ve met,” he says, voice flat enough to skate on. “Last night. Meridian bar.” I wait for the floor to open up and swallow me. It doesn’t. Jennifer lights up like he just told her we went to the same yoga class. “Oh, how funny! Small world. I’ll leave you to catch up.” She actually winks—winks—and then she’s gone. Door shuts. Silence so loud my pulse is a drumline in my ears. He doesn’t sit. He stalks to the window, hands jammed in his pockets, shoulders rigid under that stupidly perfect suit. I o
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: Chapter TwoElena Sunlight knifes through the curtains and I jolt awake with my pulse already sprinting. For half a second I have no idea where I am. Then the sheets register—stupidly soft, expensive, the kind of cotton that costs more than my phone bill—and the heat of the body next to me slams the rest of it home. Oh hell. I slept with him. The stranger. The actual definition of a one-night stand. I have literally never done this. I’m the person who buys the same brand of toothpaste for eight years because switching feels risky. I own a label maker. My idea of living dangerously is eating sushi on a Tuesday. My dress is a crumpled heap by the dresser. My bra is dangling off a sconce like it’s trying to escape. There are two empty champagne flutes on the nightstand that I do not remember drinking, and a faint purple bruise on my thigh that is 100 percent from when he lifted me onto the desk and— Nope. Brain, we are not doing the highlight reel right now. I sneak a glance at the clock: 6
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: Chapter OneElena The whiskey scorches a trail down my throat and I chase the burn like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. I don’t drink whiskey. I barely drink, period. But here I am, three glasses deep on a velvet stool in a hotel bar that charges more for parking than I make in a day, and I’m already eyeing the bottle for a fourth. My phone lights up again. Another update from the hospital. Surgery went fine. Abuela’s in recovery. Rest now, mija. The fist that’s been squeezing my ribs all week loosens, just a little. Relief should feel better than this. Instead it’s like I’ve been braced for impact so long I forgot how to stand up straight. “Celebrating or drowning sorrows?” The voice slides in from my left, low and warm with a bite underneath, like he already knows which one it is. I don’t look over. “Guess.” “Champagne’s for celebrating. This swill is for drowning. You deserve better swill.” I snort before I can stop myself and finally turn. Jesus. He’s stupidly beautiful i
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
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