ログインROXANNE Mom's expression twisted into one of pain. She drew back as different emotions clouded her eyes, each try to dominate.Guilt crept in, I rose from my seat to go sit beside her, taking her hands in mine, "I'm sorry, mom. I know you don't like to talking about it. I'm sorry. I...I won't bring it up again."Sadness coiled in the pit of my stomach. I really wanted to know, but seeing mom like this made me feel like a bad daughter.I didn't like to see her sad or drawn back to the past. Maybe I should just let go of whatever might have happened in the past. I heaved a sigh, it was going to be impossible, I knew that.One didn't just ignore information about their life like that. I'd just have to find another way, keeping mom of out the loop. My eyes met Kylian, I couldn't read his expression. He watched me comfort mom, listened to the softly spoken apologetic words I said to her. Then he leaned in, slightly."Mrs. Robertson." He called in a low, respectful tone. Mom looked at
ROXANNE It was hard to find sleep after you've been told that the one person who had decided to hate you for no just cause was your blood and that the woman who you know as mother was hiding important part of your life from you. But I managed to make it through the night. It was past five in the morning, the sun was still asleep as the rest of the world.Quietly, I pulled close the curtains and walked silently into the bathroom to freshen up and wait for my mother's arrival this morning.Kylian was in the master's suite, still sleeping I suppose. I couldn't find it in me to hate my mother. Maybe I felt anger — even disappointment — aimed at her, but not hatred. After all, without her I would still be in lockup, or possibly, be transported to the women's penitentiary without a fair trial. She didn't like Kylian, but she had put me first. Swallowed her judgement and perception of him and sought help for my sake.I shampooed my hair, scrubbed my body and dried off with a towel once d
ROXANNE "She's my twin." I could only murmur, my hands trembling.After that revelation, Kylian had deftly stepped in and stopped me from marching over to Vanessa to demand answers. She must know, I told myself. And if Rochelle said we were close and did everything together back in high school, then I believed her. But where had it all gone wrong? What could I have possibly done that would make my own twin sister ignore my existence? To mistreat me like she had done? I forced my brain to remember. To think back. But like before, I drew blank. Frustration began to eat at me, anger clawed.What the hell was I missing about my own life?!Tears fell, I wiped them off. Mom had lied to me. Vanessa had not bothered to introduce herself properly to me. What if Josh knew? Or maybe she didn't tell him.Kylian glanced over at me from time to time, concern in his expression but he said nothing. Just concentrated on driving us back to his penthouse. He had made an excuse for me when the sha
ROXANNE I lifted a brow in slight surprise. So Kylian was his younger brother. Mm. Crazy. "What have you done, Kylian?" Josh ignored the greeting, expression tightened in anger and what seemed like a betrayal."What exactly did I do?" Kylian's tone was casual, almost boring. People were yet to pay attention to what was happening, but I knew, in settings like this, it was only a matter of time. Josh cast a look my way but quickly averted it as though he couldn't lock eyes with me. He faced his brother again, "you know what you did. Take her back where you brought her from."My chest tightened, an emotion swayed me slightly, not from the pain of unrequited love, but from that of betrayal and burning hatred. "Fuck you, Josh." I cussed, my voice rising a bit.Few pairs of eyes turned out way. Kylian didn't mind the attention, but Josh adjusted himself and cleared his throat, waving and trying to curve his lips as though everything was fine. Feeling tears prick the back of my eyes a
ROXANNE "I don't think I want to go." I mumbled, eyeing the beautiful, expensive black dinner gown spread out with care and attention on the bed. Kylian, already looking impeccably handsome in his black suit, leaned on the door frame, watching me through amused eyes, "and why's that?""I'm not ready to go out there yet. I just want to be alone. Plus, at this point, I don't like attending rich people parties."He let out a small chortle, a brow crooked, "because...?""Because you guys are so mean and snobbish and wicked. Always treating the poor like we're nothing but trash to you guys." I insisted, freshly showered but still in my bathrobe. "Five years of attending with your brother, I've had my full.""Get dressed, Roxanne. Stop behaving like a child." The amusement was still in his eyes, but his tone was serious. Commanding even."But...""No buts," he cut me off, not harshly, but stern enough to have me swallowing any further argument, "get dressed."My lips tightened, my stare t
VANESSA "Hey mom. Dad." My face lit in a widespread smile, my heels clicking in a hurry to go engulf my parents in a big, warm hug. Mom pinched my cheek as she always did, "how are you, my darling?"I nodded, my lips spreading in a beam, "I'm fine.""My little princess," dad's cheerful voice boomed with a short laugh, he placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of my nose. "How are you?""I'm fine, daddy." I was daddy's little princess and even though I was twenty five, I'd never outgrow that title — not that I wanted to. "You look beautiful as always," he complimented, his eyes giving me an affectionate once-over. "Thank you, daddy." My cheeks were hurting from all that smiling."I thought we'd never see you again." Mom commented from the sidelines. "Mom, I've just been busy. You know, caught up." I bounced my shoulders in a shrug. Then I walked past them to go plop my butt on a sofa. They joined me, taking occupancy on the double sofa, "with what exactly?"I heaved a sigh. This wa







