All Chapters of Tempting The Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aaron's POVThe second Mila ran out into the crowd, the silence between us under the bleachers turned suffocating.My hands balled into fists at my side, my teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. "What the hell is wrong with you?"Axel didn't even flinch. He just brushed off his shoulder where I'd grabbed him, a dark smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "The exact same thing that's wrong with you.""There is nothing wrong with me," I snapped, stepping forward. "I treat her like a normal human being. That’s it.""Right. Normal," Axel sneered, tilting his head. "Is that what you call staring at her like you’re starving every time she walks into a room? Is that what was happening when you two went out late last night?”"We're friends, Axel," I said, trying to keep my voice grounded, even though all I wanted was to lash out angrily at my brother. "It’s not my fault we're close. I didn't choose to be an asshole to her the second she

Mila’s POVI came down the stairs for Saturday morning breakfast, nervously playing with my fingers as I chewed on my bottom lip. My legs wobbled with every step I took.All I could think about was what I’d done in my bed last night and, worse, what I’d done with Aaron in his car.As soon as I walked into the dining area, Carol looked up at me with a warm smile. "Morning, sweetie! When we got back last night, Aaron told us you were already sleeping.""Yeah," I mumbled, keeping my eyes glued to my plate as I pulled out a chair. "I was really tired." My voice was barely above a whisper.I couldn't bring myself to look at Aaron, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see the slow, satisfied smirk plastered across his face.My dad took a sip of his coffee, looking across the table at me. "Hard to believe your birthday is in just a few days."Carol’s eyes instantly widened. "Wait, really? When?""October 24th," Dad

Mila’s POVMy phone buzzed on my nightstand at seven in the morning. I reached out from under the covers, expecting a text from Paris or Princess, but my mom's name flashed on the screen.My heart skipped a beat. I answered and pulled the phone to my ear. "Hello?""Happy birthday, Mila," my mother’s voice came through the speaker."Thanks," I murmured, staring up at the ceiling. Seconds passed with no one saying a word, until I broke the silence, whispering almost inaudibly. "I was waiting for you to call.""Well, you didn't call me either," she snapped back instantly.A lump formed in my throat. "You're my mom," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "You sent me out of your home. You couldn’t even call to see if I arrived saf—"“First of all, I didn’t send you away. You were the one who couldn’t live with your stepfather…”“Not today, Mom!” I yelled.There was silence on the other end. “I spoke with your

Mila’s POVCarol walked over to the front door and pulled it open.Liam was standing on the porch, wearing a dark button-down shirt with the top few buttons undone. The moment his eyes landed on me, his jaw dropped. He stood there for a second, not uttering a word."Wow," he breathed out, shaking his head. "Mila... you look incredible.""Thank you," I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.He glanced over my shoulder, noticing Aaron standing behind me, and gave him a friendly wave. Aaron just stared back at him with an icy glare, keeping his hands firmly planted at his sides without giving so much as a nod.Liam didn't seem to notice the tension. Instead, his gaze shifted to Carol, a charming smile on his face. "And you must be Mila’s older sister. I was wondering where she got those good looks."Carol let out a delighted gasp, crossing her arms over her chest, her cheeks slowly turning red. "Oh, you sweet talker! You do know

Axel’s POVI just stood there, rigid as stone, watching Mila completely unravel right in front of me.We literally never talked at school. Never. Yet here she was, in the middle of the hallway, right in front of Tiffany’s face, screaming at me like I belonged to her. Tiffany was still holding on to my arm, but I couldn't even feel her presence anymore. All I could focus on was Mila. The way her bright blue eyes shone with pure rage, the flush creeping up her neck. The nerve of her to walk up to me and yell in my face—I couldn’t lie, it was hot. It was hot as hell. My lips almost curled into a smirk at the thought that she had loved the gifts. She wanted them. She was actually going to say thank you to me, until…Her voice cracked, and she blinked repeatedly. “You hurt me," she sniffled, her chest heaving. "On my own birthday... that was so cruel."She turned on her heel and started walking away, her shoulders shaking as she wiped at her eyes with