Se connecterShe 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?
Voir plusThe 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 unified theory paper was submitted in February.Four years of work. Sixty-eight pages. The argument that civil and criminal access rights were not distinct statutory programs but expressions of a single constitutional principle rooted in equal protection and procedural due process. That the distinction between civil and criminal was a historical accident of how the legislation had developed rather than a principled constitutional division.Okafor and I had co-authored. Clara had her own section. Two other research fellows had sections of their own. The acknowledgments were long because the work had been genuinely collective.I read the final version the night before submission.Then I sat at my kitchen table at eleven at night in the brownstone and thought about the family in Flatbush who had been the first case and about Dani who had waited eleven months and become a lawyer and about Cruz's hundred and forty cases and about the fifty-three percent wrongful conviction reduction an
The year James turned eleven was the year he designed a bridge that got noticed outside the family.He had entered the junior division of a national structural engineering competition. He had not told Kade or me he was entering. He had told Nora, who had kept his confidence with the absolute discretion she applied to anything she had been asked to keep.The entry was a design for a modular pedestrian bridge system adaptable to different site conditions. The concept was elegant in its simplicity and technically sound in ways the competition judges, who included working structural engineers, found surprising in an entrant of his age.He was named a regional finalist.The notification arrived at the school and the principal called Kade to tell him before James got home.Kade was in the kitchen when James came through the door. Kade looked at him and James stopped."You know," James said."Regional finalist," Kade said.James set his bag down carefully."I did not want to tell you until I
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