LOGIN♡ Leila ♡This had to be a joke.A sick, twisted joke.“Hey, Leila.”Tobit’s deep voice yanked me out of my spiraling thoughts.The door opens widely.I sucked in a sharp breath, only then realizing I’d been holding it. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at him — at Tobias’s face staring back at me from a stranger’s body.“I—I—” My throat closed. I forced the words out. “You’re joking, right? This is a prank. It has to be.”“Leila, honey,” Mrs. Miller started, her voice trembling, “we don’t—”“This isn’t a joke,” Tobit cut in.His gaze locked onto mine, unblinking.“You’re carrying my baby.”The room tilted.I stared at his eyes, and that was when it truly hit me.They weren’t Tobias’s.Tobias’s had been ocean blue — soft, familiar, safe.Tobit’s were a sharp, unsettling emerald green, bright with something cold and possessive… like envy.And suddenly, the face I loved didn’t feel like home anymore.“No.” I stepped forward before I could stop myself. “I don’t even know you.
♡Leila♡Oh. Damn."Leila, this is Tobit, my other brother...Tobias’s twin."“Hi, Leila.”The words landed next to Lia and the world stopped spinning for a second.What the hell? What the actual hell is going on?Tobias had a twin?Why didn’t anyone ever say anything? Not Lia. Not their parents. Not Tobias himself. Not a word. And now—now he’s here, right here, standing in front of me like… like some cruel echo.I froze, I couldn’t move or even blink. I looked at June. She’s shocked too, but she doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand or know the story I carry inside me.Mr. Grande is there, holding her with the same expression, and I just… can’t breathe.Because my life, my whole damn life, has been this stupid mess:I got introduced to Tobias by June. I started liking him. We slept together, one night, at his place.The next day, he asked me out, I said no because I’m scared he only wants me because of that night.Then I found out he’s dating June. But it turned out was all some plan
Author POVThe wind moves softly through the buckwheat field, turning the pale stalks into waves of gold. White silk ribbons are tied to the wooden chairs, fluttering gently. Somewhere far away, music fades into quiet as June and Hermes stand facing each other beneath a simple arch of wildflowers.There is no palace or cathedral. Only sky, earth, and a love that survived fire.June’s dress glows against the field — soft, flowing, intimate, resting over the small curve of her stomach like a promise. Hermes stands opposite her in a dark tailored suit, his hands trembling just enough to betray how much this means to him.For a man who once believed love was a weakness, he has never been more exposed.The officiant’s voice fades into the background as Hermes lifts his eyes to June.He has stared down boardrooms, scandals, enemies, and his own father — but nothing has ever frightened him the way loving her does.“June,” he begins, voice low and steady, “I spent most of my life believing co
Song Recommendation: Young and Beautiful by Lana del Ray [Violin version] JuneI’m sitting in front of the mirror when Kayla asks it, her fingers gently pinning a loose curl into place.“Are you nervous?”I let out a slow breath and look at my own reflection.The woman staring back at me almost doesn’t feel real.The gown is simple, soft, and perfect, hugging my body in a way that makes my little bump look like a promise instead of a flaw. My hair is a bit longer now, styled in loose waves that fall over my shoulders. I look… happy. Fragile. Real.“I am,” I admit with a small laugh. “I’m getting married, Kayla. Of course I’m nervous. But I’m happy too.”The word happy tastes strange in my mouth—sweet, but edged with something deeper. Heavier. This is the moment. The one I never really allowed myself to dream of.I think of Natalya’s wedding dress, how I stood there pretending to be fine while my heart was breaking. I think of how Hermes had looked at me that day when he finally said
JuneI exhale slowly as I place the plate in front of Lucien.For half a second, our eyes meet.Then I look away.It’s automatic—like touching something that once burned me and yanking my hand back before the pain can return. I don’t trust my face to stay neutral if I look at him too long.I turn—and Hermes is coming toward the table with a bottle of wine in his hand.His jaw is tight, too tight.He’s calm on the surface, but I know that look. I’ve seen it before. That is the look of a man holding back a storm because someone he loves asked him to.I asked him to.And somehow, that makes my chest ache.Because I was the one Lucien hurt. I was the one who ended up on a hospital floor, begging. I was the one who almost lost our baby because of him.But Hermes is angry for me.Fiercely. Possessively. Like my pain lives inside his ribs too.And as good as it feels to be defended that way… I don’t want him to destroy himself for my sake.Not even for me.A few hours ago, when I suggested w
~Hermes~I thought the worst thing I’d ever done to her was leave.I was wrong.I stand in front of June—my woman, my fiancée, the mother of my child—and for the first time in my life, I realize something that makes my chest ache worse than the bullet ever did.I didn’t just lie to her.I trained her to doubt her own reality.Every time she asked what was wrong and I said nothing.Every time she felt something was off and I kissed it away.Every time she loved me harder while I was quietly preparing to disappear.I taught her that her instincts were wrong.That her fear was imaginary.That the distance she felt between us wasn’t real.And now she stands here shaking, pregnant, wounded by my father—but part of that wound… started with me.I see it in her eyes.Not anger.Not hatred.Something far worse.A woman who doesn’t feel safe trusting what she feels.Because the man she loved once looked into her eyes and lied while he was dying.I swallow.I had told myself I was protecting he







