Pregnant And Rejected By My Twin Sister's Fiancé

Matilda’s POV: “Isn’t she the Rolands’ family daughter too? How can they hide her from the guests? No one is even asking about her?” I heard the maids gossip. “She’s so pitiful,” another one said, her tone laced with pity. “Ptff. I don’t think Matilda will ever be useful. Imagine your own family hates you,” another maid muttered, her voice laced with mockery. They all gossiped about me. No one stopped to offer me a helping hand. Besides, it was late at night. The party had already ended. Several guests were already leaving our home, except for those who had come from afar. My mother had offered the guest rooms, all to make Maya’s birthday a blast. Now, I had to return to my room as quietly as I could, before any of the guests noticed me. As I pushed myself up, my hands trembled as they bore my chubby weight. Despite my resemblance to Maya, I had gained weight over the past few days I had stayed home, crying and thinking about what to do to gain my freedom and my mother’s love and

•Matilda's POV As I continued to plan my escape, darkness engulfed the room, as Samson clicked on the light switch. I tensed up as he moved to climb on the bed. Once he sat there, he touched my hand and tensed. Pulling the duvet away, his large brown eyes met mine. "Maya, what are you doing hiding here? Was it because of your mother?" He asked me, his eyes narrowed with a mocking glint. "No. I…" I tried to explain, but my words were incoherent. The alcohol I drank made my words float in the air. "What's wrong? You ain't going to say anything?" Samson leaned closer to me and kissed my forehead. I froze at the softness of his lips pressed against my forehead. My heart exploded with warmth. This was my sister's fiancé. I shouldn't have anything to do with him. Before I could remove myself from the soft kiss that he had planted on my forehead, his hand moved to my body, and he pulled me closer and pressed his lips against mine. Can't he tell us apart? Right. Maya and I are ident

•Matilda's POV Calvin stood speechless, too stunned to speak or defend Maya. "Samson, explain yourself. How dare you sleep with my two daughters? Are you crazy?" Dad demanded furiously. Samson's voice dropped in an apologetic tone as he responded, "I am sorry, Chief. I didn't know she wasn't Maya. I thought she was my fiancée. I regret my actions and made a terrible mistake." He lowered his hand, his hands still rested on Maya's shoulder as he was still hugging her. My father lost words to say. The matter weighed down on him. "You cannot marry two of my daughters. Matilda has never been with a man before, and now you ruined her. What do you think about this? That you will sleep with my daughter and get away with it?" Dad demanded furiously, and words caught in Samson's throat as he glared at me. "Sir, I don't love Matilda. If I knew that she wasn't Maya, I wouldn't have touched her," Samson replied, his tone steady but firm. But my father shook his head. "You will not sleep with

Samson's POV: My throat tightened as I glared at Matilda, seeing her staring at me with large blue eyes like my fiancée. Looking at Matilda’s face, I couldn’t deny that she was pretty, more innocent than Maya, who was wild and stubborn. “Sir, I don’t love Matilda,” I steadied my voice and explained. “If I had known that she wasn’t Maya, I wouldn’t have touched her,” I added, seeing the disappointed look on Matilda’s face. I had slept with her the previous night, yet I didn’t want to consider how passionately I had made love to her. My cọck hardened at the remembrance. The way her pụssy had held me captive, making me go round after round in pleasuring her like a pórn star. I hadn’t even pleasured Maya like that before. *What exactly came over me?* I was super excited after catching Maya on my bed. The smell of alcohol rolled off her. I should have known she was different. I should have demanded why she scented differently. Mr. Roland shook his head and retorted, “Samson, you will no

Samson's POV: Mrs. Roland parted her lips and muttered, “Samson, you can go. It’s not your fault. But Matilda is still my child. You corrupted her, so you have to take the blame for it.” Maya frowned and rose to her feet. “Mom, how about me? How can you and Dad favor Matilda over me? She seduced my fiancé! She’s the one at fault here.” Mrs. Roland rose to her feet and slapped Maya hard across her left cheek. Her palm connected with Maya’s cheek, surprising me too as she yelled, “Just shut the hell up, Maya. Matilda is your twin. Your fiancé ruined her, and you simply ask us to let it go. You can get another man to marry. You have the qualifications. But the only qualifications your sister had, your fiancé stole it. And you want him to get away with it. No way. Chief Jacob Dominic already proposed an arranged marriage with his son to your father on your sister’s behalf, and we are still considering it because she’s clumsy and needs to have her own sustenance. That doesn’t make her le