Todos os capítulos de THE TWIN IN HIS BED: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN The city drifted past the tinted windows of Carlton's car in streaks of white and gold, lights dissolved into long ribbons against the evening traffic. Across from us, our driver sat ramrod straight, his attention fixed on the road ahead.Beside me, Carlton seemed perfectly at ease.As though the afternoon had been nothing more than another business appointment.I stole a glance at him.His tie was gone. The first two buttons of his shirt had been left undone, softening the severe image he usually carried. One arm rested lazily along the back of the seat behind me, close enough for me to feel its warmth without actually touching me.I shifted.A dull ache reminded me exactly why that had been a terrible idea.Heat climbed stubbornly up my neck.God.What was wrong with me?I pressed my thighs together, hoping to silence the lingering ache between them.It didn't help.How did I move from being exposed to seducing and sleeping with my sister's husband for the third time

CHAPTER THIRTEEN I was living proof that miracles existed.Carlton's mother had successfully sucked up every ounce of oxygen from the mansion, yet I was still breathing.The moment I got upstairs, I had dialled Arla over and over again. Yet, the automated response persisted.The number you're trying to call…I was in trouble.Dinner with Carlton and the woman who raised him spelt my end.There was no way I wouldn't be caught once I joined that table. Once again, I contemplated running away.Arla could deal with her mess.However, my feet refused to make it past the bedroom door. Thoughts of what would happen to my mother if I ran away held me bound.A sister who was willing to use her mother to blackmail her own sister couldn't care less about a mother she'd abandoned for eleven years when it came to saving her own skin.I sat holed up in Arla's bedroom, praying that time slowed. Thoughts of reading a good book in the library over some biscuits and drinks were now farfetched.Time, ap

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Two days. That was all the time the Dowager had given me to fit in the original Arla Holland mold. And I spent the most of it memorising the Hollands, and donor names off a seating chart Mrs Timothy had helped me curate.And when I wasn't trying to be Arla, I enjoyed the luxury of one of the largest in-house library I'd ever seen. One of the staff had done the favour of prattling about the gala gossip, who did what and who didn't. Unfortunately, she didn't know about the beef between the Ashcroft and Whitefields. Now, I was about to find out.The Holland estate made the mansion look modest.The moment Carlton's car slid through the wrought-iron gates, I knew I had imagined it all wrong. Wealth. Luxury. Influence. A family home. The driveway curved through acres of manicured gardens where marble statues stood beneath ancient oaks, their branches casting restless shadows across perfectly trimmed hedges. Beyond them, fountains glittered beneath the fading evenin

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN I shouldn't have said that.It followed me out of the study and back into the noise of the party . It sat in my chest like something I'd swallowed and hadn't figured out how to breathe around yet."I hope you don't intend to rejoin the party wearing that expression."The Dowager's voice stopped me before I found a hiding place."Tell me," she drawled, coming into my view. "Was it you who upset my son, or the other way around?"A trick question if I'd ever heard one.It had just dawned on me that this woman knew her son had been seeing someone else, had gotten that someone pregnant, and had decided it was best to taunt me with questions on pregnancy and heirs.What else did she know?"Neither," I said. "We're fine.""Mm."She clearly didn't believe me, and didn't bother pretending otherwise.Her gaze moved once, briefly, toward the corridor I'd been heading for, then came back to me."I've never been able to deny that boy anything," she said, lightly, almost idly, th

CHAPTER NINETEEN  At precisely eight that evening, the sound of a car engine rolled through the estate.  I rushed to the bedroom window overlooking the front driveway, just in time to see Carlton step out from the passenger's end.  I inhaled sharply.  He was here!  Then as though summoned, he looked up, directly to the bedroom window where I stood.  My heart skipped a bit.  Even from a distance, I could feel the intensity of his stare.  A knock pulled me away from his mesmerising gaze.  I turned as Mrs Timothy opened the bedroom door.  “Mr Holland is here.”  I know.  I nodded, smoothing nervous hands over the red silk as my stomach continued to twi