All Chapters of THE WRONG TWIN BETWEEN MY THIGHS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: BUILDING A LIFESophia’s POVI smiled as I placed the lock on the cupboard. “What do you think?” I turned, facing Damien.He walked over to me, and inspected my work. “Yeah, it's good.”I giggled. “Aren't we a little bit too excited?”“What?” He laughed, and picked me up. “No we're not.”“Damime,” I squealed. “The baby is just eight weeks.”“Yeah, and were preparing for it,” was his reply.“We're baby proofing so early,” I laughed, kissing him. “Did you take your vitamins?”I rolled my eyes. “You gave them to me yourself,” I mumbled. Damien grew extra extra protective since I got pregnant, and I loved it.“Yeah, you're meant to take it thrice.”“Yes, I did,” I groaned.I satd down in the couch and he came to join me, spreading his hands across the back. “What do you think we should name it?”“You're already thinking about names?” He asked. I nodded. “Tiffany. If it's a girl, after my mother.”“Tiffany Kane,” he hummed. “I like it. What if it's a boy?”“Not Adrian

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: THE SECOND ESCAPE Damien’s POVI opened the safe, bringing out the wads of cash I kept. Despite my protests, Sophia insisted on packing with me, and she moved slowly, throwing some clothes into the bag.“Are you strong enough to travel?” I asked her. She had been silent all these while, and I hated doing this to her.“Yes,” she said, throwing a gown into the suitcase. “I can do whatever I have to.”We had six hours before Richard reached out to my father. He had to confirm to be sure about our identities, and that window was the only one we had to escape. I led Sophia down the building’s service elevator. The cameras I couldn't hack were luckily not here, so I moved quickly, before someone could see us.Soon, we drove away from the place we called home for two months. I drove fast, using the darkness and the fact it was midnight so the roads would be empty to speed a little bit, driving faster than before. I kept on glancing at the rearview mirror, just in case

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: PREPARING FOR WAR Sophia I rubbed my belly as I stood on the beach, the sun shining on my skin. My bump had finally started showing, and Damien loved kissing and touching it so much. The man in question came up to me, wrapping his hands around me. “I knew I would find you here,”he breathed, kissing my neck softly. “Hi,” I chuckled. “I went for a walk.” We still spoke to Dr. Martinez from time to time, and she managed to convince Damien that I was fine to take regular exercises. “I made dinner,&rdq

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENSophia's POV“Noooooooo,” the scream escaped from my throat, echoing into the room. I can barely hear, the room is spinning and worse, there is a steady, defeating sound ringing.But, I don't feel pain. The gun I held fell, my grip not strong enough to hold on. I watch in slow motion, Damien diving, taking his brother down, while knocking his gun away.Who got shot?I stared around the room, my eyes searching for blood. There was none. Damien looks fine, grunting as he hits his brother's head against the wall, fighting for the upper hand.None of us got shot. I turned around, and saw the bullet mark. It went wide and hit the dry wall. Okay, I thought, what should I do?The two men fought veraciously on the floor. Adrian managed to get the upper hand, and he was punching Damien so hard. I heard a sick snap, accompanied with the spray of blood.He broke his nose.I found my gun, bending slightly so I could pick it up. My hands are shaking, but I managed to stand st

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE BIRTHSOPHIA’S POVIt has been three months of bliss. I was finally approaching my ninth month slowly, baby Tiffany got checked every week—because of her meddling father —and we finally settled into a life of no drama.The Kane case was still at court, and because of that, we were still very careful dealing with the outside world. Dr. Martinez managed to get a job at the hospital here in Florida, and I still suspected Damien had something to do with it.“Where are you going?” Damien asked half asleep.I had even barely moved. “I need to pee,” I replied, wincing. “Tiffany thinks my bladder is a ball.”“I'm sorry,” he mumbled. “Let me come with you.”I smiled. “No, it's fine. I can still waddle to the bathroom and pee,” I got up from the bed and walked slowly to the toilet. I had been having a little false contractions, and Dr. Martinez assured me it was nothing to worry about.“Okay,” I pushed the oversized sweatpants down my legs. “Time to pee.”A huge amount