ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BROTHER-IN-LAW

Damian Marcus OlsonI parked my car outside my apartment building and turned off the ignition.Not long after, I heard impatient raps on my side window.I sighed when I saw my grandfather, Ryan Olson, outside, and raked my fingers through my hair several times, anticipating a confrontation before finally deciding to leave the car.The minute I stepped out, my grandfather began nagging.“What took you so long? I told you we are going to attend your brother’s wedding. Hurry, I already asked the maid to prepare your suit.”I looked at my grandfather with conflicting feelings.“Do you think that is wise?”We were walking toward the house. I kept my gait slow to match my grandfather's. He was not as sprite as he used to be and is now walking with the aid of a cane. Still, he was a proud man, as evidenced by his ramrod back.Grandfather frowned, and I went on to clarify.“I had been estranged from my family for years. They did not want me around. Do you think they would want me to attend D

Gwen POVI was glaring at Damian’s back while he was walking out of the reception hall for the umpteenth time to do whatever it was that was keeping him busy all throughout the after-wedding celebratory dinner.At first, I did not mind his absences, but when guests began to give me pointed looks like they were expecting him to behave that way, I wanted to shout my dismay.I knew that most of the guests and, most importantly, Damon’s family disliked me, thinking I was unsuitable for their golden boy. They seemed to relish the way my groom was treating me, but I can’t let this go on.I can’t let people think that it was Damon who was behaving strangely when it was his twin brother all along.A huge part of me wanted to clear Damon’s name and retain the image of an ideal man that was him, that his twin had very neatly sabotaged today.Damon was sweet, gentle, and attentive. Not uncaring and inattentive like the man who posed as him.And most importantly, Damon will never treat his wife

Gwen POVHis words left me stunned.I had not thought that Damon could have security access in his absence, but maybe he was right because when I locked myself inside the restroom to check my appearance before going back to the after-wedding party, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.Instinctively, I knew it was Damon.“I am sorry, love. I did not intend to leave you at the altar. Please wait for me.”Tears blurred my eyes at the proof that Damon never planned to abandon me. He did not change his mind. It is not why he left me.My chest tightened because I finally had assurance.Damon is alright. He was coming back to me.I don’t care why he suddenly ran off. I know that he had strong reasons to do that. All I wanted was an assurance that he was safe.Quickly, just as the message instructed, I deleted it from my inbox and returned to the party.Damian smiled when he saw me at the entryway. Then, he raised his glass to give a toast to me.It was unexpected. It was not

Gwen POVJust as I was beginning to change my impression of him, he would do or say something that would revert me to my original opinion of him.I stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes. When I finished, I put the lights out and began to walk back to my room.When I was about to go upstairs, I remembered my suitcase.The hall was empty and dark.I realized that it was my time.I was already fed and could think faster than my feet.Damon said to wait for him, but I can’t stay in this house.Not when his brother took up residence.That man infuriates me no end.Immediately, I went to the door to open it and resume my plan, not realizing that there in the shadows lurked the very person I wanted to run away from.He watched me as I pulled open the door’s lever, but nothing happened.I tried again.Still, nothing.Frustratedly, panic began to rise within me. It made the desire to escape grow.Then, I heard his laugh.“I told you. You cannot leave this house.”I whipped my head around.T

Gwen POVAnger fueled my footsteps as I walked back to the house. The heavy clacking sound of my heels on the floor echoed in the silence around me.I marched into the room I was supposed to share with Damon and rummaged through our closet to look for my sneakers.Once I located it, I pulled the heels off my feet and replaced them with the sneakers. Then, I placed the heels on a shoe bag, which I carried with one hand. My movements were stiff but quick.When I finished, I looked at the time, horrified because if I don’t start sprinting right now, I won’t arrive at the office on time.“Stop! Stop!”I cried while I chased after the bus. Thankfully, the driver saw me and stopped just in time.I ran to the entrance, my face and arms sweaty from the exertion.But traffic in Cadillac City proved horrendous on a Monday morning. Except for wanting the bus to fly, the rest of the workforce was stuck.After an hour, I arrived at the bus stop, my chest heaving as I filled my lungs with air and s