LOGINShe spent five years searching for the man who saved her life… She never imagined she’d fall for both brothers instead. Mia Perez has lived with a ghost—an unnamed stranger who once stepped between her and death on a dark, violent night. He disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a fleeting memory… and a single, unforgettable detail. Since then, Mia has built her life around finding him—the man she believes she owes everything to. But when fate finally brings her back into the orbit of the powerful Carter family, nothing unfolds the way she imagined. Killian Carter is bold, reckless, and dangerously charming. The moment he recognizes Mia as the girl his twin brother once spoke about with quiet reverence, he makes a ruthless decision—to claim her first. What begins as a calculated act of revenge soon spirals into something far more complicated. Kade Carter, the quieter and more controlled twin, has no idea that the woman now entangled with his brother is the very girl he saved years ago. Yet something about Mia pulls at him—something familiar, something he can’t ignore. Caught between two identical men with opposing hearts, Mia finds herself drawn to both—the fire and the storm. But secrets begin to unravel. Lies take root. And as obsession, rivalry, and betrayal collide, Mia is forced to question everything she thought she knew. Who really saved her that night? And more importantly… who will she choose when the truth finally comes to light?
View MoreThe room was quiet except for the sound of our uneven breathing. My mind and body drained from the wave of pleasure and ecstasy I had just come down from. I knew that Kade Carter was an amazing man but I had no idea that he was an amazing lover as well.
"God, you're amazing." The man of my dreams muttered into my messy hair before he pulled away and plopped on the bed next to me, his heavy breathing music to my ears. We stayed like that for what felt like forever before I chuckled and he followed suit. "That was…" "Amazing?" He finished for me, propping up on one arm to look at me. I gazed into his eyes, touching his face, so happy that I was finally with my knight in shining armor. Kade Carter. After five years of looking for this man. Five years of wanting to be by his side after he shielded me from that staged mugging and saved my life, I was finally in his arms. This was truly amazing. Dreams really do come true. "You can take a picture you know." He poked, twirling my hair in his hand before pecking my cheek and getting off the bed. I blushed, realizing that I had been staring while my mind flitted back to the past for a second. "I just might." I teased, my eyes trailing his ass and then his broad back, nasty thoughts plaguing my mind once more but just as my eyes reached the tip of his right shoulder, everything stopped. I blinked. Then I blinked again. The pleasure drained out of me so fast it was almost physical, like someone had pulled a plug and left me hanging on for dear life. The hell? His right shoulder was smooth. There was no mole. I sat up slowly, a pit slowly forming in my chest. "So, maybe I just freshen up and make you some breakfast or maybe I have you for breakfast again and we order in some room service?" He offered, turning to me with a raised brow and lust in his eyes. I said nothing for a second, just stared into space. My Kade had a mole, so distinct that I had memorised it from the one night I had been close enough to see it during the attack. It was the kind of mark you could not miss and this man did not have it. I swallowed hard. This was not Kade Carter. The realisation set in and all I could do was grimace. I had tracked him down. I had found a way into his bed. My mouth had watered at being so close to him last night and now I felt like I had been through a drought for months. How had I not looked sooner? How had I been so stupid? I chuckled nervously and scooted off the bed, trying to keep my face neutral while my insides were doing somersaults. "I don't think I'll stay for breakfast. I have a long day ahead of me and after that amazing sex, it was just the pick-me-up I needed to get through it." I praised him as I picked up my clothes from the floor, rushing to put them on and get out before he could see past the act but he was perceptive enough to stop me, arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into that strong chest of his. "Hmm, just stay for a little while. I'll handle work for you." He whispered into my ear, his nose rubbing my neck as his now rock hard dick poked the small of my back. Any other day that might have worked. Today it just made my skin crawl with guilt. I quickly pulled away and shot him a smirk, putting on my best seductress act. "Well, maybe you'll end up seeing me again. Who knows?" "Or I could see you again if you just come for dinner? I can cook a mean alfredo pasta." He said, taking a step towards me as I wore my clothes. I gave him a look and plucked my bag from the floor. "We'll see." The mystery man grinned, running his hand through his hair. "We'll see then." I put on my shoes and rushed towards the door to leave when I paused, my hand on the frame. My mind was still running in circles and there was a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I could not shake. This man was not Kade Carter but he looked exactly the same, like a perfect copy that it was unsettling. I had to know who he was. I needed it to make sense. I turned to him, his eyes still on me. "By the way, I never did get your name after…" "After you pulled me away from the hotel bar and fucked my brains out?" He finished for me, making me laugh awkwardly. "Yeah." "I know your name though, miss Mia Perez." "But yours is?" I pressed, holding his gaze. "My name's Killian. Killian Carter." Carter? As in Kade's family name? They were too alike and this was too much of a coincidence to be anything else. Killian had to be Kade's brother, or his cousin, or his twin to have completely fooled me. When I came to, I smiled at him. "I guess I'll see you around Killian Carter." I told him, the lie flowing from my mouth effortlessly. Before Killian could even say another word I was out the door and rushing to my car in the hotel parking lot. As soon as I got in, I gripped the steering wheel with both hands and just sat there for a moment, staring at nothing, the full weight of what I had done pressing down on me. Then I let my forehead drop against the wheel and groaned. "How could you sleep with the wrong guy, Mia? Ugh." I stayed like that for what felt like hours before I pulled out my phone with a sigh and started digging. A few clicks on the right name told me everything. Killian Carter was Kade's twin. I had climbed into bed with Kade Carter's identical twin brother like some kind of spectacular idiot and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it now. Killian had been in the city while Kade had been abroad for months, closing a business deal and there was no news on when he was coming back to New York. I turned off my phone, chucked it in the passenger seat and turned on my car, wanting to leave this place when there was a ring from my phone. I glanced over at the text message from an unknown number. Killian here. I wanted to make sure that you had my number, princess. See you soon. I stared at it for a second too long before turning the phone face down and peeling out of the parking lot. There was only one reasonable thing left to do after a morning like this. Drink and forget that this ever happened.The second story began with a public defender in Brooklyn.His name was Alejandro Cruz. He had two hundred and forty active cases. He sat across from Mia Perez, now Mia Carter, in his Brooklyn office one Saturday and described what it meant to have two hundred and forty active cases. He described a client who had waited eleven months for her case to move. He described what the system did to people who needed someone on their side and could not find one.Mia wrote it all down.She had come to Cruz's office because she had been building something. The Carter Group Foundation had started with one family in Flatbush, a housing case that her litigation team had taken on pro bono after she partnered with a legal aid organization run by a woman named Dr. Adaeze Okafor. The case had closed in three weeks. The family stayed in their home. A senior lawyer on Mia's team named Jonas came to her office afterward and said he felt like a lawyer again.That was the beginning of the foundation.But si
Mia Perez woke up in the wrong bed.That was the simplest way to say it. She was twenty-six years old, a managing director at a mid-sized litigation firm in Manhattan, and she had spent the last five years looking for the man who had saved her life. She had been nineteen the night it happened, walking home from a late class when she stumbled into a staged mugging near the East River. A stranger had shielded her with his own body, driven the attackers back, and then disappeared before she could learn his name. She had memorized two things about him. His face. And a small mole she had glimpsed on his right shoulder.She had spent five years searching for that face.The night she found him, or believed she had, she pulled him away from a hotel bar with the recklessness of someone who had been patient for too long. She did not examine the shoulder carefully enough. She did not think clearly enough. She simply acted on the certainty that five years of longing had made sharp and unreliable
October arrived and the Family Court Retroactivity Review Act moved.Not as fast as Rosa had hoped. Nothing moved as fast as Rosa hoped because Rosa was twenty-two and had been building things since she was thirteen and had not yet fully accepted that the speed at which things moved in the Senate was irreducible.But it moved.Park had the coalition. The access framework's twenty-five-year track record gave her the evidence base. The three circuit decisions on retroactivity gave her the legal precedent. Nora's collection gave her the human stories that Senate colleagues needed to explain their votes to constituents.The bill moved through committee in October. Eight to four. Not unanimous. But enough.Rosa called me after the committee vote.She said: Eight to four.I said: Not unanimous.She said: No.I said: Who voted no?She told me.I said: Three of the four are from states with active family court systems that will be affected by the remedial requirements.She said: Yes.I said:
August and Rosa graduated from Columbia Law.She graduated in June formally. The ceremony was in June and all five of us were there and Killian held Elena's hand through the whole ceremony and Elena used the other hand to photograph everything and Rosa walked across the stage with the particular composure of someone who had been building toward this moment since she was thirteen and found the moment appropriate but not overwhelming.But in August something happened that was its own graduation.Park introduced legislation in the Senate.The Family Court Retroactivity Review Act.A federal mechanism for systematic retroactivity review. A dedicated office. Staff. Resources. Application processes. Standards for the ongoing harm determination. A timeline for case review.Not case by case. Systematic.The proposal Rosa had written the previous summer. Four months of work after graduation.Park introduced it on a Tuesday.Rosa was in Washington for the introduction.She called me from the S
It was Kade's mother who figured it out first. We were having lunch at the townhouse, just Eloise and me, a habit that had developed quietly over the past weeks. She fed me and I told her things I didn't tell the twins, not always about them, sometimes just about work or the city or things I wa
By the following Tuesday, the entire office knew. I wasn't sure how it started. Maybe it was the way Killian had greeted me in the hallway that morning, loud and warm in front of everyone, like we were old friends. Maybe it was the way Kade had held the elevator door open for me with a look that
I did not shake their hands for long. The second I let go, I stepped back and put a smile on my face that I hoped looked more natural than it felt, because on the inside I was absolutely losing it. "What a surprise," I said, and I meant it in the worst possible way. Bendel was beaming betwe
I woke up the next morning to my head splitting in two from a migraine. I groaned and pushed myself off the bed, dreading the work day ahead of me already. After that dinner with Killian and Kade, well, the train wreck I barely survived, I had headed home and forced myself to go to bed. Unfortunate












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