Semua Bab THE WRONG TWIN BETWEEN MY THIGHS: Bab 11 - Bab 20

THE WATCHER’S FURYDamien’s POVAdrian’s kick landed in Sophie's ribs, and I flinched as the sound of the bone breaking echoed in my dark room, the light of my open computer the only way I could see. “Fuck,” I grunted, clutching the end of the table. I watched in horror as he continued beating her, avoiding her face, kicking and punching her.The cameras I had placed in their room were not meant for this. It was not meant to show me her being pummeled, rather, to show me her smile, the way her body moved when she glides across the room.My body screamed at me, at war with my mind, aching to cross over and end my brother's life. A simple bullet would do that, end my misery for life…but no. I would not let Adrian get away with this so easily.He knew I wanted her. I did not know how, but he was aware, I had learned everything about her. Her family, her anxiety, her calls with her mother. He knew I wanted her to be mine, and he took her away. The day he asked my father to take her as c

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE DOUBLE LIFESophia’s POVI yawned, stretching my body against the soft sheets. The smell of citrus hit my nose, causing me to blink slowly.Someone had opened the curtains. The sun was bright, filling up the entire room, but a chill caught me.The couch was empty.I threw the covers off me, racing to the bathroom. It was empty too, and the closet.No,no,no, the thoughts filled my mind. Where could he go? How did I oversleep?“Adrian,” I called out into the room. He would punish me for it, for yesterday. I was certain.The room door opened.My husband walked in, a tray between his arms. “Sophia,” he breathed, dropping the tray next to me.I looked at it, plates filled with grapes, pancakes and eggs. “What is this?”Adrian smiled sheepishly. “I brought you breakfast.”“Breakfast,” I croaked.“Yes. Come closer.”I moved nearer to him. He grabbed my leg and I flinched, waiting for the pull.“I am sorry.”Was he serious? “You are?”“Yes,” he replied. “I did this to y

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE OTHER BROTHERSophia POV“Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” Maya asked in concern.“Are you sure? His twin brother lived there?”“Well, that was a long time ago. He could have moved out.”But deep down, I knew. He did not move out, he was in that room.The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Maya yapped about her job and I tried my best to keep up, but I failed woefully.“My god, look at the time,” I gasped quietly. “I think we should retire now.”She smiled at me. “Thank you for hanging out with me.”I got up to leave, and paused at the door. “Maya?”“Yes love?”“Do you know what my husband will be doing now?”,Her face scrunched up. “He should be in training. Don't you talk to him?”“Well, I don't really like disturbing him. Thank you, Maya.”My mind wheeled as I climbed into the elevator. The entire ride, even when I got to my apartment, I was still confused.Until I wasn't.I opened my bedroom door, and like I suspected, the smell of citrus hit m

Sohia's POVPretending everything was alright was easy.All I had to do was smile at Adrian. Let him get some drunk hits on me. Place my eyes down when he shouted at me.What was harder, was holding myself back from stabbing him in the eye. It has been a week now, since the rooftop. I haven't seen Damien since then, and I almost convinced myself that I hallucinated the entire night.But he sends me flowers daily. A steady reminder of his love for me. I lied to Adrian, telling him I am using them to decorate, and I made sure I hid all the cards that accompanied them. Adrian fired the chef. I don't know what happened, but now, I have to cook. It was just for him, but it was still such a hassle. Maya texted me, and sometimes, she would video call, and I was grateful for her company.I wait for dusk to fall quickly everyday. When it is dark, and Adrian has to leave, I transform.“Are you leaving so soon?” I asked my husband just as we finished dinner.“Yes,” he replied, clearing his thr

CHAPTER TWENTY: THE NARROW ESCAPESophia’s POVMy hands shook furiously as I typed. “Adrian found my journal.”Damien replied shortly. “Which one?”“I wrote about his personality. Oh fuck I am so scared.”“Don't panic,” he replied. “I am watching.”That calmed me down a bit, but I dreaded Adrian’s return. I arranged the closet back. Picking up the smashed flower vase. That evening, I heard the elevator doors open.My heart dropped to my stomach as I watched Adrian walk into the room.“Well, Hello wife. Won't you greet me?”“Hi.”He laughed. “So short.” Adrian sat down on the couch. “Come here.”I got up and walked to him. “So,” he began. “I had a very interesting read today, Sophia.”I swallowed nervously, intertwining my hands behind me. “Can you explain why my wife seems to think I have two very distinct personalities?”“I can explain—"“Please do. Explain to me who the fuck has been in my house. Who the fuck has been touching my properties, who the fuck,” he shouted, “has been sle