I stood there, completely frozen in that cafe. Cindy’s voice rang in my ears like a gunshot. “I’m seeing someone. His name is… Drego knight.”My stomach twisted, and my lips felt dry. I managed a smile, one that was more of a sneer or a grimace, barely reaching my eyes. “Drego… that’s… a strong name.”She giggled like a schoolgirl. “I know, right? He’s intense and hot. He treats me like a queen and is even thinking of getting a place here, just for us to cohabit and then get married.”My vision blurred, and a dizzy nausea crept up my throat. He told her all that? Was he serious with her?This wasn’t some game to him. He wasn’t just toying with her or having a night stand. He was in a whole damn relationship.And yet, he touched me, kissed me, claimed me like I was his, while loving someone else.The betrayal stung more than I wanted to admit. And you know what’s even worse… I let him do all that to me.I felt stupid and used. I quickly dismissed Cindy, but in order not to look ecce
ELENA’S POVI couldn’t sleep at all. It felt like I couldn’t even catch my breath. Every time I shut my eyes, there he was. Drego.I could still feel the way his mouth moved against mine, the intensity of his grip, and the way he looked at me as if I were something forbidden that he just couldn’t resist. And the worst part? I liked it. No, scratch that. I loved it. My body still throbbed from his touch. My lips felt puffy from his kisses. Deep down, I craved it again. But I hated myself for it. What had I done? The sheets still held his scent, even though I had already changed them out, but it was like his memory had seeped into the very fabric of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tucked beneath me, feeling heavy. “What’s wrong with me?” It was a mistake, a huge one. An abomination in fact. If ears get to hear that I had sex with my husband's brother, not just a brother but a twin; same blood, same mother, same placenta…And yet… The way he filled me up, the way
Drego words kept ringing in my head.“David would never touch you, not even in 5 years.” What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldn’t get hard for me?And Drego why does he have to be so hot? He looked like David but better, finer, and the way he speaks? Naughty. His eyes were charming, his abs even more asymmetrical than those of David’s and his hair wavy to a fault. Everything about his physique screams perfect.I took a bottle of vodka and gulped it down. I just wanted to get rid of the thoughts, living rent-free in my head. I woke up hours later, my stomach rumbling and growling as though I had borborygmus. Apparently, I had so much to drink that I passed out. Still engulfed in alcohol, I staggered downstairs to fix myself dinner.DREGO’S POVI told her I would leave after I freshened up, and I should've. But when she stood there in that silky little robe, all glammed up with fire in her eyes and confusion
It began with his hand on my back. Just a small touch. But my body acted as if it had been waiting, starving. I had hardly stepped out of the shower, dressed only in a silk robe, my nipples piercing hard like it had plans to burst my dress open. I turned and David stood behind me in my room. His gaze fixed on me, dark, unreadable, and passionate. "Cold?" he asked quietly, his voice rough. I nodded. But I wasn't only cold; I was terribly horny. I recalled I told David no intimacy, no touching, but how could that be possible seeing him almost naked. Apart from the little boxers he wore on his waist, and a sparkly white singlet that clung to his abs like a second skin, he had nothing else on.His fingers brushed against my spine, slowly and carefully, causing tremors deep within me."You shouldn't walk around in that," he said softly, his breath brushing my ear. "Why?" I challenged quietly. "Afraid your little contract wife might make you lose control?" He turned around with ease, p
I could barely sleep. My fingers shook as I spent hours searching for “Drego Knight,” but it was like he had vanished. No social media posts, no news articles — nothing recent at all. Just a few old photos… and then, silence. It felt like he’d never been here at all.But those images? The resemblance was chilling.Two perfect faces. One Ice, one fire.And now, I have no idea which one I am married to.–––The next morning, I walked into the kitchen in my silk robe, hoping for a cup of coffee and some quiet. Instead, I found David — shirtless, standing at the counter like a Greek god who owned time itself.He was backing me, muscles flexing as he stirred something in a silver teapot.“Good you’re awake, I’m making coffee for both of us” he started.“I don’t remember signing up for a personal chef,” I responded, crossing my arms.He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. But that smirk? It felt almost… playful.“You looked like you needed something to make you feel better. Figured yo
Elena’s povI glanced at the contracted document before me like it was a silent demon. Nice typefaces, Legal jargon. A simple signature spot at the bottom, ready to rip five years from my life. "Marry him," my father replied, his voice filled with shame. "It's the only way to save the company." I blinked hard, attempting not to crumble in front of the two men who sat opposite me. My father— Mattew Stone— sat at one end of the mahogany table. He was once a proud tough businessman, but now drowning in debt and sorrow. The other man sitting adjacent to me, held the fate of my family legacy in his hands like a glass of wine. “David Knight” is one of the top business enthusiasts in Los Angeles. Clothed in a black suit, he looked impeccable. His dark hair was slicked back, showing a strong jawline and piercing steel-blue eyes that did not flinch at my father's request. He hadn't said much since he arrived, but the strength of his silence carried weight. The type that squeezed into my