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~~Dahlia~~My fists pounded against the door until my knuckles ached, until the sting of wood burned through my skin. “You’re filth, Alex! Both of you!” My scream cracked, ripped straight from my chest, but it was all I had left. What was the point of screaming anyway Dahlia.The silence that followed mocked me. He didn’t even care. Behind that door, he chose him…. That cheat… Jay over me, his own sister.My throat burned as I pressed my forehead to the cool frame. I tried to swallow it down, to be strong, but the tears broke through anyway, spilling hot and fast. My hands flew up to cover my face. I hated the sound of myself crying, hated the weakness, but I couldn’t stop.At first, when my father had said I should marry this stranger, I had resisted, skeptical, defiant. But then I met Jay. The way he carried himself, the quiet steadiness of him, the way his hand felt when he first held mine, it was like a story I didn’t know I had been waiting to step into. A match made in heaven. O

~~Jay~~“You know, Alex,” I muttered, my arms folded as I sat cross-legged on the bed, glaring at him from across the room, “it’s quite funny how you act like you know me so well.”He didn’t even hesitate. “Well, I do.”I scoffed. “No, you don’t. The first time we met, we had sex. The second time, I was getting engaged to your sister. The third time was a family dinner that felt like hell. And the fourth time—” I broke off, heat crawling up my neck. “—was last night.” The fact that we wasn’t this protective of me and claims me in this manner when we don’t even know each that much is surprising. And the way he knew that I was considering leaving was kind and f scary and did he know what I was thinking about… maybe my expression gave it away.Alex tilted his head, eyes dark and steady, like none of this embarrassed him. “Yet you’re carrying my baby.”The air crackled between us, heavy with something I didn’t want to name. That’s indeed true… the only reason am in his home on this his be

~~Dahlia~~It had been an hour since I got to the hotel room, and I already fucking hated it. The suite was five stars, the sheets silk, the view breathtaking but none of it mattered. I’d sprawled on the bed, tried to rest, tried to shut my eyes, but all I could see was him.My psycho brother, lips locked with my crazy cheating fiancé.Over and over like a broken film reel.“God, I’m going to lose my mind,” I muttered, dragging my hands over my face.So I got up. If I couldn’t sleep, then I sure as hell wasn’t going to rot in that golden cage of a hotel room. I slipped on my coat, sunglasses, and heels, and left for air. Japan at night breathed differently cool, clean, humming with neon and the faint buzz of cicadas.The streets near the hotel were quieter than I expected. Almost too quiet. I wandered aimlessly, letting the night wind whip against my anger, until the sound hit me.Different voice shouting and the crashes sound is so annoying. The thud of bodies.Curiosity licked at me

~~ Dahlia ~~The second I slammed my hotel room door shut, I bolted straight for the bathroom like a woman possessed. Not for the toilet, not for the shower… no. For the sink.I snatched my toothbrush like it was a weapon, slapped toothpaste on it like I was squeezing venom from a snake, and shoved it in my mouth.Scrub. Scrub. Scrub.“Oh my God, oh my GOD,” I garbled around foamy bubbles, staring at my own reflection like I was in a horror movie. “I’ve been assaulted. My lips have been… contaminated. I need bleach.“I brushed harder. My gums protested. I didn’t care. That lunatic literally just kissed me… almost tonguing her tongue down my throat.I rinsed. Spat. Rinsed again. Then went for round two, because clearly, bacteria from psycho-woman kisses required double treatment.Still not satisfied, I grabbed the mouthwash. Gargled so violently I almost choked. Spat. Looked at myself again. My lips were still red, a little swollen. Like proof. Evidence of the crime.I slapped my cheek

~~Alex~~One minute, I was knee-deep in board meeting documents, numbers blurring together on the page. The next Jay’s scream ripped through the walls like something out of a nightmare.By the time I made it to the bedroom, I was staring at blood. Too much of it. Sheets, his hands, his stomach everything red. For a split second, I froze, because I don’t freeze. But then instinct kicked in, and all I could think was don’t let him die.I didn’t have the luxury of panic. I wrapped him in the duvet, scooped him up, and ran like hell.Non of my men was around because it past midnight and the rest are in search of Lena.The only person I trusted with this… the only one who’d keep his mouth shut, was James. My oldest friend, and the kind of doctor who knew how to bury secrets. If this got out. Jay’s condition, the babies. Lit would destroy him. And I couldn’t let that happen.Now, here I was, pacing outside the operating room door, every nerve in my body wired to the sound of machines and mu