Chapter 4

"Mrs. Megan Sinclair," Clinton said with a smirk.

Megan nearly collapsed on the spot. If Clark hadn't caught her, she would have hit the floor.

"Hey, are you alright? He is my older brother. His name is Clinton. He just got back from the States," Clark explained while looking at her with concern.

Immediately, the sound of Clinton’s voice from that night echoed in Megan’s head.

"Deeper... ouch! I love it..."

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her. She couldn't stop herself from trembling. Everyone around them started staring, their eyes filled with questions.

"What is the matter? It is like... you already know him. Have you two met before?" Clark asked. "Are you afraid of him?"

Megan shook her head and forced a tight smile. "Of course not. It is just that... I have never met him before. I don't even see his photo. I am just as shocked as everyone else is."

Clinton stepped in and smiled. "My brother really has great taste! He found a woman as beautiful as Megan!"

The crowd laughed, but Amber couldn't hide the way she was checking Clinton out. If Clark was handsome, Clinton was on a whole other level. He had a powerful appeal. He was the kind of man who made everyone stop and look.

Her fantasy was cut short when Clark spoke up and grabbed Clinton. "Come on, I will introduce you to our in-laws and our new business partners."

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. I will be right back," Megan said, clearly unable to stay still.

Clinton nodded and smiled at Clark. "Of course. I would love to meet them. I heard your wife's family are very kind people."

Megan still couldn't find any peace as she walked through the halls of the mansion. One thought kept spinning in her mind... the massive disaster she had walked into.

"If I had only known that Clinton was Clark’s twin, I would have stopped myself that night."

She was drowning in fear. She didn't know when her secret would explode. What if Clinton told the truth? What if Clark found out everything? It would be total chaos. She was certain Clark would leave her.

She loved Clark. More importantly, she had to keep this marriage together if she wanted to save her family's business.

"What kind of mess did I get myself into... what if Clinton tells Clark everything?"

"Of course I won't do that, Megan. I would be putting myself in trouble too."

Megan spun around, terrified by the sound of Clinton’s voice. She couldn't believe he followed her. She wanted to believe his words, but she knew she shouldn't trust him.

She turned to walk away, but Clinton grabbed her by the arm. "What is this? You are avoiding me now?"

She took a deep breath and answered him through gritted teeth. "You can call it a red card. I don't care. Stay away from me, Clinton."

"Feisty. I love it. But what if I tell my brother everything? Exactly how deep you felt and how I finished inside you... he might even ask for a pregnancy test. This whole marriage will be over, Megan."

Megan’s hands shook as she stared at Clinton’s serious face. She couldn't understand... why was he smiling in front of everyone earlier, but now he was acting like a completely different person?

"What now? Are you scared?"

"Of course not. And what makes you think Clark will even believe you? He loves me. He trusts me. No matter what you say, he won't believe a word of it."

She tried to pull her arm away, but Clinton only tightened his grip. She winced from the pain.

"Really? You aren't scared? What if he finds out we are already married?"

"That marriage is a total hallucination. I never accepted that wedding. Even if you tell him, it won't matter. My advice? Just go back to where you belong and forget everything."

Megan tried to act brave. But Clinton pulled a phone out of his pocket.

"What if I have evidence? Proof that we reached... heaven?"

Clinton pressed play on a video. From the speakers, she heard her own voice.

"Oh please take me! Do it hard, please!"

Megan’s eyes went wide. Her heart pounded against her ribs. All the color drained from her face. She didn't know where to find any more strength. She had no choice but to give in and ask the question.

"What do you want from me?"

"Good question. I will let you be my brother’s wife. You can have kids, you can even enjoy his money, and I won't show anyone this video... but only on one condition."

When she heard the words 'on one condition', she felt like she was going to faint. Her voice was shaking. "Are you... blackmailing me?"

"You can call it blackmail. Emotional blackmail. Call it whatever you want. The result is the same," he replied coldly.

She swallowed hard. "Just tell me what it is you want."

"I should be asking you. What is it that I want?"

Megan forced herself to stay calm. She didn't want things to get any worse. She endured every insult he threw.

"That doesn't answer my question, Clinton. I asked what you want so you will leave me alone."

Clinton put the phone back in his pocket and stepped closer. He reached out, grabbed her waist, and squeezed her backside firmly.

She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. She kept her gaze on the floor.

"You will be my personal release, you will be there whenever I am ready for you. As long as I am not bored of you, you aren't allowed to leave me. Your marriage to my brother is void. We got married first. I am your real husband. If you don't listen to me, I’ll tell him the truth about our steamy night together."