Mag-log inRuth's POV
How is this possible? I had to grab the nearest piece of furniture beside me to support myself because not only were my legs shaking but my heart was pounding, I felt dizzy.
"Hi there Princess," One of them said, Adrian who was in the room a moment ago, I could tell because of the way he was staring at me ."Adrian what is happening?" I finally found my voice and regained myself.
"This is my twin brother Damian." He casually said it like someone taking a walk in the park.
"Adrian I've been sleeping with your brother?" The question was directed to me, because that was the one logical explanation for his sudden change of attitude.
"You have a twin brother and you didn't think it wise to inform me about it?"
"Why do I have to tell you about my family? I don't think you have the right to know about my family Ruth." Adrian said.
I breathed out, I felt a tug in my chest, hearing him talk to me like I meant nothing destroyed something in me.
"Okay Adrian, I have no right to know about your family, I mean it's not like I mean anything to you..... Now explain to me the reason why your twin brother has been sleeping with me." I felt violated.
Adrian was suddenly silent, so he knew that his brother had been sleeping with me and he did nothing about it?
"If you are not going to tell her then I will." Damian said.
"Tell me what?" What's it that they are hiding from me? I don't think anything can be worse than the fact that I've been sleeping with my husband's brother unknowingly.
"Adrian is sterile and this is due to the accident. He couldn't accept it and didn't want to destroy his perfect image in the eyes of the public so I opted to step in, to get his beautiful wife pregnant on his behalf." Damian said.
I couldn't believe my ears, this was worse than the fact I was sleeping with his brother, this was worse than the fact that he said I have no right to know about his family.
"I... I... I need air, I can't breathe." I tried to walk outside but I ended up falling down, my legs still shaking.
Damian had this satisfied smirk on my face, he is the reason I can't walk properly and he seems to take pride in that. He came to my aid while Adrian looked like he didn't care that his brother was touching me.
I pushed Damian away and tried to stand on my own, after struggling I finally stood up on my own.
"Since you already know what it's about, I want to let you know that you are going to continue sleeping with Damian until you give me a child."
I laughed, I laughed so hard a drop of tear slid down my eye. "I didn't know you were a comedian Adrian. Do you know I can sue you and your brother for what you've done to me?"
"According to our contract, you are supposed to do everything and anything I tell you to do. So go ahead and sue me, you are not going to win." Adrian smirked.
"You can't force me to do anything I don't want to do Adrian, you don't just walk out of my life for weeks with no call, no information on your whereabouts only for you to come back and dump this load on me." What have I gotten myself into?
"I can and I will. I need children to hold my perfect image in society, I can't get you pregnant so my brother is going to step in. All he has to do is have sex with you twice a week until you get pregnant."
"My body is not a machine, I'm not going to sleep with your brother Adrian."
"But you already did and it looked like you enjoyed it." He stared at me with disgust.
Seeing as he was hell bent on making me do this I decided to step on his ego, maybe if I do he'll hit me and I can use that to file for a divorce.
"You are right, I enjoyed it. Your brother is far more capable than you, he is way better in bed than you can be. I'm still shaking from what we did last night, I can't even stand properly." I tried to fight the smirk that was threatening to mar my face when I saw his jaw clenched and unclench.
"And that's going to end, you are my wife." He turned to Damian, "I'm going to forgive you for overstepping your boundaries like I said earlier but don't you dare do what you did again."
"You are going to continue your duty as my wife and your behavior in public shouldn't change." Adrian walked away finality in his voice.
So this is it, I'll be sleeping with someone else so my husband can have a child. I feel like I've been put in some telenovela because this doesn't feel real.
"Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it princess." Damian said but although he said that as if he felt sorry, I could hear the happiness hidden behind his words.
"How come the world doesn't know about you? You two are twins but the late Mr and Mrs Delacroix said they only had one son." It doesn't make sense to me.
"I'd rather keep that information concealed 'sisterinlaw' now let me take you back upstairs. I know I was pretty rough last night."
I could see the difference between them both, although they are identical twins, Adrian is cold, aloof while Damian has this dominating aura. Though I don't want to admit it, it was drawing me.
I decided that I didn't need his help, so I limped all the way to the stairs. Going down the stairs was easier than climbing up. My pussy was throbbing, I needed the help he was offering but, he might look at me kindly but it doesn't make him different from his brother, they are both using me.
I was suddenly picked from the floor like a bag of chips, I was hoisted on his shoulder like a bag of rice.
"There's no use being angry at me, if we are going to give your husband a child, we need to be on good terms." He said.
"Put me down right now!" I yelled.
"No can't do," he carried me all the way to the bedroom.
Adrian wasn't in the bedroom but I could hear the shower running, he was taking a bath. Damian lowered me on bed and tugged me in like I was some child.
"Now rest that pretty face of yours." He kissed me on the head and then walked out.
I laid there staring at the ceiling wondering why I had accepted Adrian's marriage proposal in the first place, the person I was trying to help with the money ended up dying anyways.
All this started because I was trying my best to be the perfect daughter to my foster mom. After my foster father passed away life took a toll on her, she no longer was the good mother I had come to love. Nothing I did was enough, she always found room for complaints.Things worsened when she was diagnosed with cancer, the same thing that killed my foster father. I worked three odd jobs while juggling school. It was tough but I didn't complain because I wanted to please her.
One day while working an overtime shift in a bar, I ran into Adrian, the most eligible bachelor, he was soft spoken, he smiled at me warmly.
He offered me a contract, I should be his wife and he'll change my life for the better. I took days to think about it, my mother's condition wasn't getting better, the pressure was getting worse. Without any choice I accepted his offer, and we got married.
He paid for my mom's hospital bills, tried everything he could but my mom ended up dying. I was stuck in a loveless marriage, living a double life, being the perfect life in public and now I'm being forced to become a baby machine.
The bathroom door opened, Adrian walked in fully clothed in his nightdress, he got into bed and laid on his side, gracing my face with his back. I turned around and faced the wall, tears threatening to fall.
I couldn't help but compare him to his brother, I've spent two nights with Damian and he never slept without holding me.
I wish the circumstances in which we met were different.
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