تسجيل الدخول“Do you like seeing yourself like this, Genevieve?” He whispered, lips pressed to my ear while his brother railed into me. “Soaked, trembling, painted with our cum like a perfect canvass?” A whimper fell from my lips as I gripped onto the headboard of the bed, silk sheets siding off my front as Felix suddenly got in front of me. His hard cock glistening at the tip. “Open your mouth, Genevieve…let us please you.” —- The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, and Back to Reclaim It All Genevieve Carlisle thought losing her husband was the worst thing that could happen to her. She was wrong. Because divorce was only the beginning. After a tragic accident leaves her struggling with fractured memories, Genevieve finds herself caught between two men she can no longer understand. Elias Whitmore, her ex-husband, the man she spent years loving, the man who chose another woman over her and is now engaged to someone else. And Felix Whitmore, Elias’s identical twin brother. The cold, untouchable one. The brother everyone swears is incapable of love. The brother who watches her for a second too long. Touches her like she’s something precious. Looks at her as though she’s already his. To make Elias see what he’s lost, Genevieve agrees to a fake relationship with Felix. It should have been simple. A little revenge. A little pretending. A way to make her ex-husband regret walking away. Instead, she finds herself trapped between twin brothers who fight over everything except her. Because when it comes to Genevieve, neither man is willing to surrender. As her lost memories slowly return, so does a shocking truth. This isn’t the first time she’s been caught between the Whitmore twins.
عرض المزيدFELIX’S POINT OF VIEW. Raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling length window softly, and the smell of coffee and paint filled the large sky-rise apartment. Billy and Max played with the squishy toys nearby, while I gripped the broken charcoal resting between my tattooed fingers before tossing it in the overflowing bin beside me. “Damn.” I hissed, staring at the large canvass is just been dragged a line of black ink across. The enormous crowd overlooked the gray cliffs bordering the sea. The air in England always felt different; seven years being here and it hasn’t changed. I stared at the unfinished painting in front of me, or rather, the eyes, and just like those mounted on the walls, they had the same pair of eyes. Hazel….it would never change. I ignored the tightening in my chest and grabbed another charcoal. I hated thinking; sometimes, I hated breathing. However, I couldn’t bring myself to take my soul to her. She would never want that. Seven years later, and I still couldn’t
GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW. The heat slapped against my face the moment I burst back inside the ballroom. If I thought the flames and the smoke before were terrible, it was nothing compared to what I stared at now. The entire ballroom was covered with thick, black smoke, so dark I could barely see anything. My lungs felt like they were on fire as I ran further inside. “Dad!!” I screamed, coughing violently as my feet stepped on crunched bottle shards. I lifted my dress higher, trying to keep from accidentally catching some of the blaze items on the ground. I ran forward, but the hem of my gown snagged on broken crystal, nearly throwing me to the floor. I ripped it free without slowing down, ignoring the fresh tear in the expensive fabric. “You!” Someone grabbed hold of my arm. Their nails dug into my skin, making me whimper. “Where did you exit from?” “W-what?” I hissed, lips wobbling in pain as his grip tightened. He looked entirely black now; the smoke had turned him into somethi
GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.Thick, black smoke quickly enveloped the ballroom with terrifying speed, spreading across the ceiling first before sinking lower, turning the once beautiful hall to a suffocating haze. A violent cough escaped me as my lungs burned, my arm felt partially numb now, and the blood hadn’t stopped flowing.Felix glanced at me when I didn’t stop coughing. He took off his shirt and barked at Elias.“Pull it from the other end.” Elias did, the jacket ripped into two, Felix tossed the blood-stained part before handing me the clean side. “Hold this against your nose. The smoke hasn’t gotten here, so you should be able to breathe clean air for some time.”“B-but what about you?” I glanced from him to the ripped suit jacket. “I’ll be fine, as long as you’re okay.” I swallowed, my hands shaking as I took it from him and held it against my nose. The heat struck next; filing theater ballroom with a terrifying feeling.Sweet flowed from my brows as the dress I had on quick
GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEWBANG!The explosion ripped through the ballroom. Before I could stop myself, my feet moved, pushing me from Elias’ grip as I tried to grab Felix by his back to pull him down. However, before I could manage to do it, I felt someone else pull me back.Another explosion tore through the ballroom as I stared at Elias. His eyes were as wide as mine, and I leaned against him on the bottle shard-littered floor. The sound still echoed in the hall, but all I could do was stare at him, eyes wide.“What are you doing? Why did you stop me ?” My breathing came out in frantic gasps as I trembled against him. “I-I panicked….he shot, and I was scared it would hit you.”I ignored the sudden ringing in my ears, plus the weird stinging burn on my left arm as I searched for Felix. That’s when I felt it; a body slammed onto the floor right beside mine, the tattoos that lined his neck, the dark curly hair on his head… it looked too identical to Felix.But I knew it wasn’t him.N
Genevieve’s POVIt’s been two days of absolute silence, hiding behind closed doors and nursing a morning sickness that seemed to intensify with my growing dread for whatever was going on.With each morning that passed, I hoped Elias would call me and beg me to come back because he had come back to h
Genevieve’s POVI pulled my face away from his hand as my eyes widened in both fear and surprise."I am not helping you do anything, Felix," I breathed with a trembling voice as I pressed my back harder against the passenger door. "I don't care about your family's wars and definitely not about your
Genevieve’s POVAs I stared at the car, I dared to think that maybe Elias had changed his mind and had sent someone to get me, but I was totally wrong.When the car door opened, a man stepped out without a care about the rain at all as it soaked his messy dark brown hair that looked oddly familiar.
Genevieve’s POVBy the time I finally made my way back to the Whitmore estate, it had started to drizzle but I barely noticed.When the cab pulled to a stop, I took a deep breath before stepping out.For the past two years, this place had been my home. I had tended to the gardens, made the boring co


















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