Trapped Between Twins

"Are you zoning out at a moment like this? What are you thinking about, huh?"Looking at the face identical to my husband, Trevor Blackwell, and hearing that voice I knew down to my bones, the unease sparked by those pop-up messages quickly faded.'Right... How could there possibly be two people in the world who looked exactly alike?'I told myself that those messages must have been hallucinations from sheer exhaustion."Why won't you answer me?"The man's deep voice carried a barely noticeable hint of hurt. However, his fingers gripped my chin with undeniable force, making me turn back to face him and look directly into those unfathomable eyes."Am I not good enough? Is that why you're thinking about someone else?"He deliberately slowed his words, and the last note of his sentence lifted slightly.Thinking back to how exhausted I had been just moments ago, my heartbeat skipped, and I instinctively wanted to deny it. However, those scrolling messages invaded my vision again, c

I could not help but wonder what Kayden's obsession with me had to do with me. After all, I did not even know he existed.Meanwhile, those viewers only cared about whether the forbidden brother dynamic was exciting enough, and whether the drama was intense enough.As for my will and whether I lived or died? I was nothing but a stepping stone for the climax of their story.Watching the man beside me sleep while still holding me tightly, my initial fear and panic gradually settled. What replaced it was a bone-deep coldness and a do-or-die determination.I was the victim, a complete and utter victim who had been deceived, forced, and treated like an object. I was going to survive, and I was going to make those two men who thought they could control everything and treated me like a plaything pay the price!Kayden's possessiveness toward me had reached a suffocating level. He wanted to keep me locked by his side all the time.When I sat in the study reading, he would appear behind m

Trevor comforted me, but his voice was cold as ice, and his gaze cut toward Kayden like a blade.He growled, "Kayden, I'll make you pay for this tenfold!"Kayden watched us holding each other, watched the way Trevor shielded me, and the twisted possessiveness in his eyes surged wildly.He flashed a deeply distorted smile. "Make me pay? Trevor, you think you can still take her away? Every inch of her body bears my mark. She can't leave me."His tone was both certain and crazed."We're leaving!"Trevor said no more, wrapping his arm around me and keeping a wary eye on Kayden as we moved step by step toward the door.Kayden did not move. He just stood on the stairs, staring coldly at our retreating backs.Sitting in Trevor's car, I was still trembling.Trevor drove while constantly murmuring reassurances. "It's okay now, darling, it's okay. I'm back. I'm sorry... I didn't protect you. I never imagined he would actually dare to..."His voice was full of pain and self-blame.I le

Trevor replied, "Why would I be reluctant? Women are just clothes anyway. If I've worn it and my brother likes it, what's the harm in lending it out? We're blood-related."How could we let some outsider... Some plaything…" Trevor finally glanced at me and added, "How could that ruin the bond between us?"The big picture matters most. Kayden, we need to get through this together. As long as we brothers stand united..."Kayden replied, "You're right. Our bond is far more important than any woman."They exchanged a smile and started their game, both walking toward me at the same time."Hey, you two..."Just as Kayden was about to kiss me and Trevor's hands began roughly tearing at my clothes, I stopped my futile struggling.I raised my gaze and spoke deliberately, word by word. "Did you ask for my opinion? Do you even know that I don't want this?"My voice was terrifyingly calm.Trevor looked at me with a mocking gaze. "Your opinion? You're my wife! You eat and use what the Bla

I slowly raised my head, looked at the floating comments in the air, and spoke."When you were celebrating behind your screens, screaming about how addictive the taboo romance was, how thrilling the forced love felt, and how you couldn't wait for the drama to escalate..."When you were gleefully debating which brother was more devoted, which one was crazier, treating me like a trophy they were fighting over, a sacrifice for their reconciliation..."When you casually said that I was just another disposable character, that my exit was a blessing, that I was already lucky for being fought over by two CEOs..."My voice trembled slightly, not from fear but from uncontrollable rage as I asked, "Did any of you, even for one second, think about how I, the person who's supposedly the sister-in-law, who's being called a side character, a tool, actually want any of this?!"I growled, "Did I want to be assaulted by a stranger pretending to be my husband?! Did I want to be passed back and fort