Twisted Twins: The Billionaire's Hot Revenge Plan
"What did you imagine?"
"Nothing complicated. You, painting something in a kitchen somewhere. Me, pretending to read while I actually watched you work." He almost laughed, low and rough. "I used to think it was pathetic, wanting something that small. I had every resource in the world, and the thing I actually wanted was that ordinary."
"I used to wonder too," Hannah admitted. "Not as often as I probably should have. But sometimes, at dinners with Danny, I'd catch you across the table, and for half a second I'd forget which twin I'd married."