《Falling for my husband's twin brother 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Seraphina’s POVI stood in front of the tall mirror in my room, staring at the woman in the deep blue silk gown. I adjusted the neckline for the fifth time, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and sighed. I didn’t want to go tonight. I didn’t want to smile for people who didn’t care about me, laugh at jokes that weren’t funny, or stand beside a man who didn’t even look at me or love me anymore.The door slammed open.Lucian stepped in, tall and commanding, his black suit sharp, his eyes cold. He looked at me like I was nothing more than an accessory he had paid for.“You’re not ready?” His voice sliced through the air.I turned slightly, lips pressed tight. “I am ready.”He walked closer, his gaze raking over me. “Fix your posture. Chin up. You’ll smile, you’ll behave, and you’ll look perfect. Or do I need to remind you who you are without my name?”The words stung like a slap. I turned back to the mirror, gripping the edge of the shelf to steady myself.“I don’t want to go toni

Seraphina's POV Lucian closed the door and turned the lock with a soft click. That sound dropped right into my stomach.I stood near the window, fingers pressed to the cool glass, and watched the wet blur of streetlights. He set our small bags by the closet and straightened. When I glanced back, he was watching me too closely. His shirt collar was loose. There was ink curling up from under it, dark lines against his skin. And when he tipped his head, my chest tightened. My mind kept shouting that I knew my husband. But my eyes kept telling me I was missing something big.He stepped toward me, slow, careful. “You’re cold,” he said, even though I wasn’t shivering.“I’m fine.” My voice sounded thin. I rubbed my arms anyway.He stopped a step away. Close enough that I could smell his intoxticating scent.His eyes held mine like he was trying to memorize how I looked in that light. My breath caught, and my chest fluttered.“We should sleep,” I said, even though the word felt wrong. Slee

Seraphina's POV We lay there for a long time, the rise and fall of his chest slowly calming mine. My ear rested over his heartbeat. His hand traced the line of my spine in absent circles - soothing, thoughtless - as if he had done it a thousand times in a life I could not remember.“I shouldn’t be here,” I said against his skin, because guilt was a living thing and it always found me.“I know,” he answered, his voice low and raw. “But I'm not sorry.”I closed my eyes. The truth was ugly and soft. “I’m not either.”He huffed a breath that might have been a laugh. “We are in trouble.”“Terrible trouble,” I agreed.He tipped my chin up with a finger and kissed me againv- slow, grateful, devastating. When we parted, he pressed his forehead to mine. “Sleep Angel,” he whispered. “You need it.”“I’ll wake up and this will be a dream,” I said. “The kind that hurts.”“It isn’t a dream,” he said. “And it isn’t the end either.”I did not know what he meant. I did not ask. I was too tired, too

Seraphina's POV “Stop,” I breathed.He moved around the counter, slow, deliberate, until I had nowhere left to go. My back hit the edge of the marble. His body pressed into mine, solid heat against trembling skin.“Say yes,” he murmured, mouth hovering over mine.“Say please,” I whispered back, clinging to that last shred of ground.His grin was wicked and soft all at once. “Please,” he said, and the word slid straight through me.I gasped, and in the next heartbeat his hands gripped my waist, lifting me. He set me down on the cool marble counter, and the chill shocked my thighs. My legs opened instinctively, wrapping around him as if they had a mind of their own.His mouth crushed mine again, but not with violence - with hunger, with need. His tongue slid into my mouth, slow and deep, curling around mine, sucking softly. He kissed me like he was tasting a secret, and every time I moaned, he groaned back, the sound vibrating into me.“You’re so addictive Angel,” he whispered again

Seraphina's POV I woke up with a terrible ache in my head.Maybe it was from all the crying I did last night. My pillow was still damp, and my chest felt sore like it had been holding in too many emotions, too many regrets. I remembered how hard I sobbed, curled in my blanket, whispering “stupid” over and over again - because that’s exactly what I felt like. Stupid for falling. Stupid for hoping. Stupid for letting myself want more.I dragged myself out of bed before the sun rose, splashing water on my face to hide the puffiness.I had to beat Lucian to the dining room. He’d start yelling if breakfast wasn’t ready on time, and today, I didn’t think I had the strength to hear him tear me down again.The kitchen was quiet, just the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board and the eggs sizzling. I worked fast, wiping my tears each time they tried to fall again. I refused to cry in front of them. Not today.Just as I placed the last plate down, I heard footsteps.Cassian.I didn’t