All Chapters of My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I married His Rival: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Elena's POV*“Alex… yes, right there,” the moan floated down the hallway, low and breathless, exactly the way I sounded when he touched me. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”My stomach lurched. I froze, one hand still on the door handle, the other pressed to my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. That was *my* voice. My exact cadence. The little catch in the throat I made when he kissed the spot beneath my ear.I moved before my brain caught up. My heels clicked across the marble floor..click, click, click—like a countdown to hell. The bedroom door was wide open. Silk sheets twisted around two bodies. Alexander’s broad, naked back flexed as he moved over her, one of his hand fisted in along feminine dark hair that looked exactly like mine. The woman beneath him arched, her nails digging into his shoulders, while her legs were wrapped around his waist.She looked up first.And smiled.“Elena,” she purred, using my name like it tasted sweet. “You’re early.”Alexander’s head snapped around.

*Elena's POV*“What the bloody hell?” I screamed, bolting upright in the tangled sheets.Liam jerked awake, his eyes wide and bleary. “Elena? what’s wrong? You’re shaking. Talk to me...”I didn’t answer. Tears were already flooding my red, swollen eyes, spilling hot down my cheeks. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. I just scrambled off the bed, snatching my dress from the floor.“Elena, wait—stop! What happened? Was it me? Did I hurt you?” His voice cracked with worry as he reached for my arm. “Last night you were laughing, you were...”“Leave me alone!” I yanked away, shoving my feet into my heels. “It’s not you. It’s them. It’s all of them.”I didn’t wait for his reply. I slammed the door behind me and ran.The courthouse steps were still crowded when my cab screeched to a stop. I was too late. The wedding was over. Alexander and Eliza were already outside, smiling for the cameras, while bodyguards formed a wall around them. I pushed through the crowd anyway, my heart hammering.“

*Liam's POV*“You useless boy! Why haven’t you brought a single girl home yet?” Dad screamed from his hospital bed, his voice cracking like he was already halfway gone. “I’m lying here dying, Liam! My only wish is to see my grandchild before I close my eyes, and you’re still playing bartender like some common worker? Answer me!”I paced beside the bed, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. “Dad, I told you a hundred times. I’m not rushing into some fake marriage just to tick your box. I run the companies, I manage the shares, I even work the bar shifts so I know what your employees feel. That’s enough.”“Enough?” Dad’s face flushed red, the tubes in his arms rattling as he tried to sit up. “It’s not enough! I built an empire worth billions and you think I’ll hand it over to a son who can’t even give me a grandchild? If you don’t bring a woman...pregnant, married, anything before I die, I swear on my last breath I’ll cut you out of the will. I’ll be unhappy in my grave

*Elena's POV*“You can’t marry her because…” Richard started, his voice trembling with effort.He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit. His whole body shook violently, the monitors were beeping wildly as he struggled for air. The cough sounded raw and painful, like it was ripping him apart from the inside.“Dad!” Liam shouted, panic flashing across his face. He rushed forward and grabbed his father’s hand. “Dad, breathe! Just breathe! I’m here!”The old man kept coughing, gasping for air desperately. Liam’s voice cracked. “Someone help! Nurse! Doctor! Hurry!”Within seconds, two nurses and a doctor rushed into the room, pushing equipment ahead of them. They moved fast, as if they had been expecting this exact emergency.“Step back, sir,” one nurse said urgently. “We need room to work.”Liam refused to move at first. “What’s wrong with him? Tell me! Is he going to be okay?”“Sir, please leave the room immediately,” the doctor ordered, already attaching new tubes. “We need to stab

* Liam's POV *“Tell me about your Dad,” Elena asked softly after we sat down to eat lunch together at a restaurant near the hospital.I paused with the fork halfway to my mouth. The question hit me harder than I expected.“Whenever Dad had those same episodes before,” I started, my voice low, “it was just me and me alone. I would struggle through it all by myself. Calling the doctors, watching the monitors, sitting there praying he’d pull through. No one else was there. It was just me.”Elena’s eyes softened. She reached across the table and touched my hand lightly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”“No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I want to talk about it. Really.”I took a deep breath and continued. “Dad may not be the perfect father. He’s harsh most of the time. He lacks emotion. Not to forget he is very strict and completely business-oriented, not family-oriented at all. But… he sure does love his only son. That’s me.”Elena nodded, listening carefully.“H