Pregnant For The Wrong twin

~ Ivy ~Ivy sat in the silence of the hotel room, her thoughts a storm of regret, confusion, and disbelief.What have I done?The events of the previous night played like flickering scenes in her mind—blurred but vivid. The kiss on the terrace, Aiden’s sharp eyes, the intoxicating rush of feeling seen, wanted, chosen. The hotel bar. The elevator. His mouth on hers. Her hands tangled in his shirt. The way she whispered “Ethan” without realizing.Her stomach twisted violently.She had meant to hurt Ethan—or at least, to hurt less from being overlooked again. But instead, she’d just ruined everything.She had slept with his twin brother.Worse, Aiden didn’t even look surprised. His words before he left echoed in her ears like a warning shot.“Forget this ever happened. For your sake… and mine.”What did that mean?What secret was he hiding?She stared at the door he had walked out of, then down at herself, still wrapped in the hotel’s bedsheet. Her body felt foreign—like a stranger had w

~ Ivy ~Ivy froze in place, staring through the peephole.Tessa.She looked flawless—even at midnight. Her silk robe clung effortlessly, her eyes alert despite the late hour, lips painted a soft shade of menace.“Ivy,” she called softly, “we need to talk.”No knock. No smile. Just those six words, spoken with eerie calm.Ivy opened the door a crack, her body tense. “It’s late.”Tessa raised an eyebrow. “That’s never stopped secrets before.”Ivy blinked. “Excuse me?”Tessa tilted her head. “Can I come in?”Something inside Ivy screamed no, but her curiosity overpowered it. She stepped back.Tessa sauntered in, her perfume trailing behind her like a warning. She looked around, not bothering to hide her judgment.“I always imagined you living somewhere... brighter,” she said, running her fingers across the bookshelf.“I imagined you being less fake,” Ivy snapped back.Tessa turned with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Touché.”“What do you want, Tessa?”“I want the truth,” she said s

Ivy paced her apartment, her thoughts spinning like a storm. The cryptic message on the back of the photo haunted her:“Find the bracelet. It holds the truth.”She hadn’t been able to sleep all night, and by morning, her mind was made up. She needed to return to the Kings’ estate. There was only one place that bracelet could be—somewhere in Ethan’s wing of the mansion. And she had just the excuse to get in: she had left a scarf behind after one of their meetings. Or at least, that’s what she’d tell the housekeeper.By noon, she stood at the large iron gates, clutching her purse and trying to breathe through the nerves. Aiden had offered to come with her, but she had refused. This was something she had to do alone.The housekeeper, Judith, let her in with little resistance. “Mr. Ethan isn’t home,” she said. “He left for the Hamptons this morning. You’re safe to look around.”That word—safe—meant nothing in a house full of secrets.Ivy made her way to the east wing, where Ethan’s privat

Rain pelted Ivy’s windshield as she drove through the winding, unlit roads just outside the city. The only thing guiding her was the blinking red dot on the map and the voice in her head saying: Come alone.She had left Aiden a note on the kitchen counter, telling him not to follow. But she knew he would. Still, if there was even a small chance of getting answers tonight—answers that would free her from the nightmare she was now entangled in—she had to take it.The old chapel stood at the edge of a forgotten graveyard, its crooked steeple like a finger pointing toward the stormy sky. Vines crawled along the stone walls, and the windows were thick with grime and shadow. Ivy parked her car, grabbed her phone and flashlight, and stepped out into the downpour.Her shoes squished through the mud as she approached the heavy oak door. It creaked open with a reluctant groan.Inside, the air was damp and cold, and the only light came from flickering candles placed in a half-circle at the altar

The car raced through the deserted streets, the night swallowing them whole. Ivy’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow as she watched the rain blur the world outside the window. The ominous warning from the mysterious man still echoed in her ears. "Your baby is a liability."But what did that mean? How could a child, so innocent, be the source of such danger?She glanced at Aiden, who was focused on the road ahead, his knuckles tight around the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were dark with something she couldn’t quite read.“We need to talk,” Ivy said, her voice trembling.Aiden didn’t answer. He just kept driving, faster now, as if the very act of moving would distance them from the danger closing in.“Talk to me, Aiden,” Ivy pressed, her voice rising. “What’s really going on? Why is everyone after us? After me?”His grip tightened on the wheel, and for a moment, she thought he might ignore her. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and heavy.“I don’t