WRONG TWIN, RIGHT KISS

Sia's POV.I had too much to drink, seeing I woke up in my room, under my own sheets, dressed in clothes I definitely didn't pick. My head throbbed like a drum solo, and my tongue felt sharp. I sat up slowly, groaning, and that’s when I noticed the bracelet.A thin silver chain wrapped around my wrist, delicate and unfamiliar. One that certainly didn't belong to me. “What is this?” I thought to myself. The memory returned like a slap.“Ugh,” I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead. “That jerk!”I drank too much to forget him but I couldn’t take off the way he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply, more than I could ever think of. I bet Amy was even more messed up than I was. Could she have brought me home? I grabbed my phone and immediately called her. She picked up, groggy. “It’s 7 in the morning, girl. I need my sleep”“Who drove me home last night?”Amy groaned. “You can’t remember? It was Richard. I figured you were with him after Knight turned you down. “Richard?”

Richard's PovI looked dead straight into her eyes, she was fuming and I had to choose my words carefully.“Did you just say Knight? What has he been telling you?” I asked, pinning her to the wall.“Leave me alone. You don't deserve to know anything. You should answer my question first.” She exhaled, struggling to get out of my grip.I knew I had to keep the truth from her. I sighed, releasing her.“Fine. I knew my dad was going to get married. But I couldn't actually guess that it was your mum. You shouldn't blame everything on me.” I said, pocketing my hands.“Yeah, I shouldn't.”She tried to walk away, I held her hands and pulled her into my arms.If I hadn't made sure my plan went well, dad would have probably found out about everything. No one should know nothing. Not Sia, not my father or that motherfucker.Knight probably said something to piss her off. I had no intention of messing things up, I just wanted to give my little pet a taste of something she was clearly craving.“Yo

Sia's Pov “Where the hell have you been?!” Amy. She was at it again, speaking to me as an elder sister would. “I was at your place, but you weren't there. Are you with Richard?” No way. This wasn't the right way to announce the news. It was better if it happened face-to-face, during a conversation. At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be. “Sia? I'm talking to you.” “Y—yes, Amy. Sorry, I'm not around. But I'd be soon. Maybe stop by at your place on my way back to this house. How about that?” She heaved a sigh. I could hear it clearly. “Okay, fine.” She announced. “How long?” “I'll be there soon. You don't worry.” Then the call ended. I let out a sigh and was on my feet, a smile appearing on my face. I loved it here, in a way. The room was big - so big, bigger than the one I used to live in. The only thing that gave me tension was my new family, new stepbrothers, and Knight, whom I loved. So I thought. A hand on the door snapped me out of my t

Sia's Pov In less than one week, I had settled completely into the large mansion. With help from Amy, of course. She made sure she came over after school hours and spent time with me, assisting with anything I believed needed assistance. “What would I do without you?” “Everything.” She answered back, dropping the bucket of paint on the ground. “Your room is ready, don't you think? Or are there more changes you would like to make to it?” She looked around and I was shaking my head. The room didn't need any changes. None that I could think of. Compared to how it was when I moved in, this one was better. And for some reason, I was happy to be here. It made me smile and nod, leading me to Amy's side. “You haven't mentioned this marriage to anyone, have you?” I asked when I caught up with her. “Did anyone ask of me on campus?” “No, I wouldn't do that, Sia. No one has asked of you. But there are people who ask each other about the twins. They love him more than you.” “Of course, they

Richard's Pov Almost a month since my dad got married to Sharon, and not a single ear outside the new family, and even Amy's has heard a thing. I didn't care if the people knew about it. Or not. I shouldn't care, rather. But I cared because I was in a fake relationship with the daughter of my stepmother. How can I explain that to the public? My dad, by now, should know about it. He should be aware of the fake relationship even though it was very real to the people. But he didn't know anything about it, yet. Not when he paid less attention to the people outside the team. Good for me, strangely. “Good morning, Dad.” “Good morning, Richard.” He greeted me. “Training resumes today. Tell your brother.” He sipped tea from a mug. I wasn't hungry, so there was no need to sit back with them at the dining table. “Come to the field on time, mm?” “Of course, Dad. You shouldn't bother.” “I trust you, son.” “Good morning, Sharon.” Finally, I greeted. “Good morning, Richard. How're y