《Twice You》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

Rain lashes the stained-glass windows of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York as I repeat the words that are supposed to seal the rest of my life.“I, Beatrice Ashford, take you, Harvey Prescott, to be my lawfully wedded husband…”My voice comes out soft. Unsteady. Wrong.The heavy veil drapes over my face like a sentence, muffling the world, making everything feel distant and hazy. Harvey squeezes my hands too tightly—his grip too strong, too possessive. When I lift my eyes, I meet his smile: confident, satisfied, almost triumphant.Like he’s already won.Like he knows that after tonight, I’ll belong to him forever.I should feel happy. Protected. Certain.But something inside me is screaming.Wrong.Then the church doors explode open.The crash rips through the air. Wood splinters. Screams echo everywhere. The organ dies mid-note, leaving a grotesque silence before the chaos swallows everything.My heart explodes in my chest.Armed men storm down the central aisle.Three lead the way

The jet touched down in Dublin under a torrential downpour that felt like it wanted to wash the whole world away. He carried me off the plane, still slung over his shoulder like a war prize. My fists pounded uselessly against his wet back, but he barely felt it. The freezing wind and heavy rain whipped against my exposed skin, plastering what remained of the white dress to my body.“Let me go!” I screamed until my throat burned. “Help! Someone, please!”No one answered. Only the roar of the rain and the sound of his footsteps on the wet asphalt.He dumped me into another armored SUV and climbed in right after, pinning my body beneath his again. His weight was suffocating. His scent—rain, dark wood, and something dangerously masculine—invaded me. The car sped off in silence, broken only by my broken sobs.I don’t know how long we drove before we stopped in front of a large, ancient stone mansion almost swallowed by dark ivy. The house looked alive, like it breathed shadows.He carried

The kiss ends slowly, but Declan doesn’t pull away. His forehead stays pressed to mine, our breaths mingling. I can still taste him—rain, desire, and something dangerously addictive.“You kissed me back,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Even if it was just a little.”I turn my face away, ashamed, guilty, and furious with myself.“I don’t want this,” I whisper, but the words come out weak, almost unconvincing.He chuckles softly, a low sound that vibrates against my chest.“Your body disagrees, Sirius.”He lifts me into his arms again like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed. He lays me down with surprising care, but his eyes never leave mine as he strips off the rest of his wet clothes. Despite the fear, I’m mesmerized—the broad chest, dark tattoos, and the silver chain with the wedding ring swaying between hard muscle.He climbs onto the bed and pulls me against him, fitting my body to his from behind. A strong arm wraps around my waist, locking me to his chest.