Trapped Between Two Brothers

~Camelia POV~“Enough with the pretense,” Peter said, his eyes filled with so much hate toward me that I never thought he was capable of it. “What do you think? That I’m a fool you can lie to and I’ll just believe you and act like nothing happened?”“No, please, Peter, that’s not what this is about,” I stammered, my voice unsteady as I tried to make sense of everything happening so fast. “I didn’t know…”“You didn’t know what?” Peter cut in sharply, his jaw tightening. “If you didn’t want us to get married, you should have said it instead of cheating on me and then sending me videos of it.”My lips parted in shock, and the tears I had been holding back since I walked into the living room finally slipped down my cheeks. My vision blurred as I shook my head slowly, my chest rising and falling unevenly. “I didn’t send you any videos, Peter… and I’m not lying to you.”I took a step closer to him, my hand lifting slightly like I wanted to hold onto him, to stop everything from falling apar

~Camelia POV~The rest of the drive to Becca’s house was in silence. I rested my head against the window, trying not to think about everything.But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every second felt like I was caught in a bad nightmare as my mind replayed all the moments. The fact Peter had stood up for Anya and slapped me made my heart ache even more.I should have known that Peter wouldn't believe me, and the way he cared for her instead of me made me realize that he never really loved me.I was a fool for thinking I could trust my sister and Peter.When we got to Becca house, the sound of the car door shutting felt louder than it should have. I stepped out slowly, my legs weak, like they didn’t belong to me. The air felt colder here, or maybe it was just me.Becca had already opened the trunk. She grabbed one of my suitcases without saying anything and started walking toward the house.“Come on,” she said over her shoulder. “Don’t just stand there like a ghost.”I bent down and p

~Camelia POV~I gently tried to pull my hand off his, trying not to do it too roughly since the man in front of me is the CEO. “I’m sorry, there is a misunderstanding here,” I murmured, standing up from my seat.Gwen’s eyes roamed through me like I was dirt or whatever she was thinking that made her look irritated. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Luke,” she spat angrily, her gaze flickering from me to him. “You can’t seriously choose some lowlife over me.”I blinked, clearly offended by her insult, but instead I balled my hand into a fist, reminding myself that I needed this job, most especially to get an apartment and survive.Luke rested his hand on the desk, rubbing his fingers against his brow. “My choice on who I want to marry is none of your business,” he said, looking up to meet Gwen’s gaze. “I love her just the way she is, and she isn’t pestering either.”I stood there biting the inside of my lips to prevent myself from speaking. After everything that had happened in the last we

~Camelia POV~I tugged at the strap of my red bodycon dress, the fabric hugging my body in a way that made me both confident and uneasy at the same time. According to Becca, it was perfect for a family dinner, especially since Luke had said I should dress well.I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, glancing down at my phone to check if Luke had seen the address to Becca’s place that I sent.Before I could even think further, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of me.My breath caught at the sight of the luxury car, and my eyes dropped to my dress again. It hugged my body perfectly, but now it felt out of place. I wasn’t just meeting his family—I was pretending to belong to them. And I wasn’t sure I could pull that off.The car door opened, and Luke stepped out.For a moment, I forgot what I was thinking.He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the fabric fitting just right against him. His hair was neatly styled, and somehow, he looked even more goo

~Camelia POV~“Are you okay?” Luke asked as we walked down the hallway toward the exit of the house.I nodded, looking over my shoulder to check if Asher was still there, but we had already passed the hallway and I couldn’t see clearly anymore.A chill ran down my spine when I remembered the way Asher had spoken, like he remembered everything that had happened that night, the night I couldn’t fully remember.And the fact that he looked exactly like Luke made a knot form in my stomach. I couldn’t tell the difference between them, not at first glance. Only the way they spoke, the way they carried themselves… that was the only thing separating them.“Did my brother say something to piss you off?” Luke asked again, glancing at me like he could already tell something was wrong.“No, he didn’t,” I answered softly. “I was just surprised… how you two look almost the same.”A small smirk pulled at Luke’s lips, and when we stepped out of the mansion, he let go of my hand and shoved it into his