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My sister married the man I’d secretly loved for years–a powerful big shot from Hollywood. But on her wedding night, the one sent into his room wasn’t her–it was me.
All because my sister messed around with some thug back in high school, got pregnant, and had an abortion. She wasn’t a virgin.
And she wasn’t worried I’d spill the truth–because I’m mute.
What she didn’t know was that I was only pretending.
And what I didn’t expect was that just one night would leave me pregnant -with his twins.
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“Do what I say, or your mom won’t make it out alive.”
My sister, Liora Corbin, shoved me into the walk–in closet.
Today was her wedding day–with Raymond Merrick.
I’m here to support her as part of her family on her wedding day.
She was still in her custom–made designer gown, looking as stunning as ever, even with that vicious expression twisting her face.
She pulled out a sharp fruit knife.
The blade pressed against my cheek. I widened my eyes and pretended to be too scared to make a sound.
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Liora gave a sly smile. “Tonight, you’ll keep Raymond company for me. If you impress me, there’ll be good things coming your way.”
She’d been obsessed with Raymond for years–but was willing to send me
into his bed.
Just because she is not a virgin.
Back in high school, she’d been messing around with the school delinquent, smoking, drinking, sneaking out. Wild stuff.
When it all came out, her mom pulled strings and got the guy thrown in jail to keep things quiet.
Now, to avoid being disliked by Raymond, Liora had carefully chosen me
to be her bridesmaid.
I’m her half–sister. We share the same father. We look alike–similar
build, similar features–maybe 60 to 70 percent alike.
She figured she could pull this off.
Switching between threats and sweet talk, she added darkly, “If you screw this up, your crazy mother can kiss her life goodbye.”
I bit my lip and nodded with a frightened look on my face.
Only then did she relax, telling me to hide in the wardrobe and wait.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps.
Raymond walked in, long–legged strides full of silent authority.
He wore a deep gray tailored suit, refined yet dangerous. Every step echoed with a pressure that couldn’t be ignored.
His sharp, chiseled features seemed as if they had been carved from stone.
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His sword–like brows slanted back toward his temples, and his eyes were as piercing as a hawk’s–seeming to see right through everything when he narrowed them slightly. An almost chilling sense of pressure radiated from his gaze.
I didn’t even dare to breathe behind the closet door.
Liora sat obediently on the bed.
Raymond barely spared her a glance before turning to pour himself a cup of tea.
She quickly walked over.
“Let me do it, Honey.”
She took the cup from him, using the moment to slip some powder- hidden under her nail–into the tea.
It was an aphrodisiac. She had someone prepare it specially.
Raymond took a few sips, and soon, his face flushed, breath quickening.
He turned a sharp glare on her. “What did you make me drink?”
Liora played innocent. “Huh? That was just something the housekeeper gave me. They said it’d help us get closer as a couple. I didn’t know what it was.”
Raymond slammed the cup down, furious. She flinched.
“You think I’m not enough of a man already? What the hell are you playing at? Afraid I’ll go easy on you?”
His voice was thunderous, and as the heat overtook him, he tugged at his collar, clearly struggling.
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Liora put on her best pitiful act. “I’m sorry, Honey. I was wrong. I won’t do it again!”
Raymond didn’t respond.
The drug was kicking in. His eyes darkened, wild and hungry, like a beast about to devour its prey.
I shrank behind the door, a chill running down my spine.
Liora helped him onto the bed and turned off the lights.
The room went pitch–black, only his heavy breathing filling the silence.
Then she yanked me out and shoved me onto him.
Raymond’s arms instantly wrapped around my waist.
Pressed against him, I could smell the strong, masculine scent on his skin.
He grabbed the back of my head–and his hot, wet lips crashed into mine.
I gasped. My dress was already being ripped away.
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