Entangled With The Billionaire Twins

Rhea

The door to the room shut with a force that could almost break down the entire building. We slammed into each other as his mouth crashed on mine with lustful desperation

His kiss was anything but sweet and gentle. It was filled with lust and need. I returned the kiss with just the same eagerness

God! How much I waited for this moment , hoped for this day. I have created scenarios of having a taste of him. Now, here I am, kissing him in flesh

For five years, I have longed for this moment

He slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting every corner of it. I kicked my shoes away and tossed my purse aside as my hands hurried to his neck, pushing myself closer to him.

My heart was in an erratic mess. I couldn't think. Hell! I didn't even want to

He grabbed my heavily beaded dress and wanted to rip it off, but couldn't. It was too thick. He let out a low groan in my mouth which sent hot shivers coursing through my body

He reached for the back of my dress and pulled the zipper. I simmered out of the dress and was left in nothing but my lacy panties and bra. He pulled his shirt off in a flash and my hand flew to his body, gliding them over his toned abs and broad shoulders

We landed on the bed without breaking our lips off. Seconds later, I was out of my bra and he was only left in his boxer

As he turned around to take his boxer off, I let my eyes wander around his body. Then, my brows furrowed.

His back was smooth,too smooth. It was spotless

Where was it? The mole…. There ought to be a mole on his upper back, right below his shoulder blade. I'd carved the image of it into my soul, there was no way I'd mistake it. Even though it was five years ago, I could still remember as though it happened few minutes ago

Five years ago

I lived a life I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

I am the adopted daughter of Mr and Mrs Sinclair, taken in when I was six. Their biological daughter, Isla, was the epitome of perfection, beauty and brains

She attended a prestigious school in the city. Since birth, our parents had spent all they could to keep her life along the lines of luxury. It was like her life was sculpted from jade and rubies

She was raised like an heiress. She was adored by all, favored by all. Men chased her. Companies begged to recruit her.

But me? I was nothing close to her. The only reason for my adoption was so Isla wouldn't get too lonely. I was merely her playmate, or so to put it, her personal maid. Because that's exactly how Isla treated me

She never treated me as her sister. She'd always remind me that she's the reason I got the chance to live a comfortable life and I owe her everything for it

Not so many people knew of me. I was kept a secret to most.

I wasn’t beautiful. Neither was I smart. And I definitely wasn’t wanted.

They enrolled me in a low-class school, where I stood out for all the wrong reasons. I was overweight, awkward and quiet. I was the perfect target for bullies. I'd write notes for mates, go on errands for them, be pushed around and laughed at. I couldn't stand for myself, I didn't have the guts to

I had no one to turn to, except Reverie.

She was the only one who ever saw me. Truly saw me.

One day in eleventh grade, I was on my way to Reverie’s class when a group of bullies surrounded me. I pleaded with them and begged them not to hurt me, not again. But they didn’t care.

They were so vile that day. They laughed and tore at me, scratching my skin, yanking at my clothes. They left me bruised and bleeding

I couldn’t bear to let Reverie see me like that, so I ran to the restroom, locked the door, and cried

After school, I just wanted to go home and hide. Hide to cry properly, and ask God what cruel fate he wrote for me. But the bullies were waiting after school. They grabbed me and dragged me toward the riverbank near the school.

I knew what they were going to do. So, I begged. They couldn't push me in. I didn't even know how to swim. I was so overweight it was so difficult for me to lift myself, much less swim

But they didn't listen. They still pushed me in.

The cold water swallowed me whole. I kicked and flailed, but it was useless. My lungs swelled, and my vision blurred, I could hear their distant laughter fading as they walked away.

I was scared. I hated my life but didn't want to die. Slowly, I stopped struggling, my strength began to wear off and my body felt thrice as heavy

My life was going to end..

Until I felt a hand grab mine.

He pulled me from the water, despite my weight. He laid me on the riverbank, helping me cough the water out.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him. My very own Savior. And hell, he was striking. His brown eyes, sharp jaw, and his hair drenched and clinging to his forehead. I wanted to thank him for saving him, but I couldn't. My voice had disappeared

Then, he stood and turned to leave. And that's when I saw it. The mole, right below his left shoulder blade. A beautiful recognition of the person that saved my life

And without another word, he walked away

So where had the mole gone? I asked internally as I stared at his back, at the exact spot where it was five years ago