Julian Works Twin Romane & Geschichten

“How about we do this? Give your dad and I a little space to talk and I’ll meet you up in your room later. Cool?” “Would you read me bedtime stories too?” “I promise, princess.” “Yay!” With a happy dance, Riley dropped down to her feet again and ran upstairs happily. Once she was gone, Julian dipped his hands into his pocket and advanced slowly towards me, a small smile playing on his face. “How was your trip?” I asked and he replied with a nod. “Excellent. I heard about the whole drama on the night of your business gala.” A playful grin crossed his face. “From what I heard, she was Sabrina’s identical twin sister.”

Justin mumbled, scrolling through his phone. The twins sat patiently in front of him like pupils, their eyes following his every move. Since they started working with brands, he had been their manager, a job he had done pretty well so far. “Oh my god!” Julian exclaimed. “Oh my god!” the twins exclaimed too.

"No… impossible! You're lying! You're trying to trick me! I want a DNA test!" But the truth was already plain to most. The resemblance was undeniable, no matter what she screamed. I slipped a folder from my bag. "Here. Paternity test results for Nick and Nathan Winston—your twins—with Jeremy. See for yourself." I tossed the file onto the table. Janey fumbled through the pages, her hands trembling, until she reached the final result. Her knees buckled. "No… no, this can't be real! You forged this report! You wanted my boys so much you faked this report!"

“Rhys, make sure the dock manifest matches.” “Already done,” one twin answered. “Customs official is on payroll.” My heart raced. That was evidence. Names, dates, illegal imports. If I could get to a computer or phone… After breakfast they scattered to work. Damien and Knox to meetings in the lower office. Julian to the gym. Lucian to his private lab. The twins to their tech lair on the top floor. I waited until the house felt quiet, then padded barefoot through the halls. My chain tinkled softly with every step, a constant reminder. I carried a small silver tray like I was on an errand, Julian had told me to bring him water later. It gave me cover.

“Pacing won’t help. You’ve been walking in circles for fifteen minutes.” “I can’t just sit,” Julian said through clenched teeth. “He was right beside me. If I’d moved faster, maybe–” “You did everything you could,” Tasha said quietly, stepping closer. “You got us out. Everything will be fine, Malcolm has gotten into Nicholas’ head.” Julian finally stopped, leaning against the wall, head tipped back, fists pressed tight against his eyes. His voice dropped. “He’s my twin.” Everyone fell silent again. The cold white hallway buzzed under fluorescent lights. A nurse passed them quietly, but no one moved.

Julie said, not holding back. “Mom, what are you saying?” Tabitha asked, playing the hurt child. “I’m saying Tabby, here may be your twin sister,” Julie stated. “I had twins when you were born; remember, we discussed this before. I thought the other was stillborn, but the scenario is too similar to what happened that day you two were born. The same birthday and hospital, and I highly remember a nurse quickly running away with the other baby.” Julie said with tears in her eyes, remembering the hurt of knowing one of her babies was gone.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

I looked between them, my mind replaying that night at the club. “You’re friends,” I said slowly. “Unfortunately,” Tristan muttered, He looked into my eyes at that moment and saw the surprise. “You didn’t know.” He said, “We are best friends actually,” Julian corrected. “Have been for years. We actually worked right here together.” “At Obsidian?” I asked, Tristan nods while Julian snorted. “I figured out pretty quickly that this office life wasn’t my calling.” Julian said, “I needed movement, the noise of the real world.”

Seb pressed himself against my legs and let out a low, anxious whine, shifting his weight like he didn’t know who to protect. I looked between the three of them. This wasn’t just awkward anymore. It felt like I’d walked into the middle of something ugly that had been festering for years. “I think that’s a bad idea,” I said quietly. Julian’s mouth curved into a small, almost amused smile. “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had in years.” He finally turned his head toward the twins. “But I get it. Must be exhausting carrying around all that wounded pride. Don’t let me stop you if you need to go.”

My gaze met Julian, who was standing behind Justin—he simply rolled his eyes as Justin hugged me. Why does it feel like he was jealous? "How are you doing?" Justin patted his hand on my head before breaking the hug. "I am fine!" I blinked my eyes and gestured for him to not be concerned about me. "How is she doing?" Justin asked Julian about Victoria, pointing his finger at her. "There has been no moment in her body thus far!" Julian looked at Victoria. "Hey, you both are indeed identical twins!" Justin said this while biting his lip and looking at Victoria, which made me laugh.