I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin

SERENA“You are not going to sleep with a billionaire, Serena. What if you end up pregnant?”Looking back now, I should have listened to Lola when she told me that on the fateful night when my life changed completely. Maybe I would have saved myself from all this mess. I could have gone down a completely different path, and ended up doing something with my life. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. I was always meant to encounter ‘him’ that day, not knowing that it would change my life completely. I should've gone home after the fourth cocktail. Honestly, I told myself I would. We were out in the club to celebrate my job at Knight Enterprises, with an early orientation on Monday and so many responsible grown-up things and all that. Besides, it was Paige’s birthday so we were bound to go out and have a good time anyway. I told myself I wouldn’t drink too much. After all, I had to be at work on Monday, and the last thing I needed was a hangover over the weekend to completely throw me off

SERENAI sat hunched over the kitchen table with my fingers curled around a mug I hadn't actually drunk from, and a quiet ringing in my ears. The tea was cold, but my head was too full to notice. Across the room, Lola was standing in front of the stove in her ridiculous pink pajamas, cutting up sardines like she wasn't slowly killing me with the smell. I'd gotten home about an hour ago, and I'd taken my shower and cleaned up. But now the smell of sardines was definitely going to cling to my skin. "I need to tell you something," I blurted out before I lost the nerve. She turned immediately, with the knife still in hand as she said, "You look like you committed a crime. Spit it out."I took a slow breath and said, "Remember the night of Paige's birthday? When I... hooked up with someone after leaving the party?"Lola blinked slowly, then she pursed her lips and said, "The mysterious no-name and no-face stranger you left with even though I tried to warn you against it? Yes. I remember.

SERENAI was sitting at a table by the window and staring out at the traffic when Adrian returned with a burger, some fries, and a soda before I could even open my mouth to protest. I hadn't planned to eat, but the smell of food hit me like a truck, and suddenly, I started inhaling the fries like I hadn't eaten in years.Adrian watched me the whole time with his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up, and an amused look on his face. I didn't miss the couple of times he glanced down at my cleavage, but I honestly didn't care. I was just so hungry, and the only thing I cared about was shoving as much food into my mouth as possible. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked after a few minutes, leaning back in his seat. "I mean I get that you're hungry, but the food is just disappearing every time I blink."I wiped my mouth with a napkin and avoided eye contact. I didn't even realize I'd gone into a trance until he pointed it out. Now I felt like a fucking glutton, and he probably thought

SERENAFor what felt like an eternity, all three of us stood in that awkward silence, and I wouldn't have been surprised if the whole world froze in that moment. Adrian seemed genuinely pissed off, like he was about to murder someone. The calm and easygoing look that was normally on his face at all times had vanished, and now it was replaced by an evil scowl that sent a chill down my spine. Finally, Aiden took a slow step back with an amused little grin on his face, like Adrian's anger was the best part of his day. He lifted his hands lazily, like he was surrendering to a cop."Relax, brother," he said calmly. "It's not what it looks like."Adrian didn't say a word. His jaw was clenched, and there was this look in his eyes I'd never seen before, like he was two seconds away from punching someone through a wall.Aiden glanced at me slowly, his grin widening like this whole thing was hilarious to him for some reason. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then he shook his head

SERENAThe next morning, I made it my mission to stay out of Adrian Knight's path like my life depended on it. I got to the office earlier than usual, skipped my morning coffee run, and practically hid behind my computer screen. Every time I heard the elevator ding, my stomach tightened. Every time someone mentioned his name, my pulse jumped a little too fast.But he never came.I didn’t get a single glance, or a word, or even a passing hello. In a way, I thought that was good actually. It was exactly what I thought I wanted, except now that I had it, I realized that it wasn't what I needed. Because a tiny, stupid part of me couldn't help but feel disappointed.I told myself it was just the hormones messing with me. That had to be it, right? I couldn’t think of any other explanation as to why I felt the way I did, but I just decided to push everything to the back of my mind and just pretend not to be bothered. The more time I gave to this issue, the harder it would be to walk away wit