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Mated To My Dead Husband's Twin

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 844 | Released on: 22/01/2026

smelled

he expensive perfume of people who came to gawk at their tragedy. T

s was black. Her stockings were b

placed on a sofa to complete

fense mechanism. She went bac

shb

nd a plane on. Joyce sat at the head. Jarre

thing else was different. Jarret sprawled in his chair, taking up space. Jayd

," Joyce said, cutting her steak.

across the table at his brother. "Maybe Jayden can l

e. He was wearing his dress uniform

nder the table, Elise saw Jarret's p

sip of water. His eyes met Elise's

Flas

agi

ped Elise back

e's cousin, technically. A distant relation on her mother's side wh

blue dress that was too tight across the chest

her. She went straight to the mirror abov

to her reflection. She smacked her

didn't look like she had been crying. She looked...

looked haggard, her skin gre

e went to Cristine and hugged her

eras," Joyce said, pulling bac

" Cristine said. She wa

ded rusty. "When is the funeral? I

ise slowly. Her ey

she said. She spat the name Jayden like

re," Elise said.

he scrolled through something, a

s screen in the mirror. It was a text me

ime li

Elise asked, sharpnes

antly. "Just condolences, Elis

amily lawyer, walked in. He was carrying a brief

derson nodded. H

, waving a hand at Elise like she wa

" Elise said,

mean, tinkling sound. "For two mon

y guard standing in the hall. He to

e mother, the cousin, th

y. But she stopped at the landing. The acoustics in this house were stran

the banister, hidd

nk from the crystal decanter. She

ead," Joyce was saying to the lawyer. Her voice w

gnature," the l

the banister. Her heart

And they were plotting to cut her out before

find her copy of

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“I thought marrying into the Barrett dynasty would be my fairy tale, but my wedding day felt more like a business merger. My husband, Jarret, didn't even look at me as he checked his watch at the altar, treating our marriage like a political chore. Two months later, the world shattered when Jarret's diplomatic convoy was bombed. The news reported him dead, with his twin brother Jayden as the sole survivor. When "Jayden" returned to the estate limping on a cane, the house became a tomb. My mother-in-law and our cousin Cristine immediately moved to freeze my bank accounts and strip me of my rights, calling me a "greedy climber." I was a widow in a house of wolves, but the real nightmare started when I saw "Jayden" drop his cane and passionately kiss Jarret's mistress in the dark. I crept to the study and heard the bone-chilling truth: Jarret wasn't the one who died. He had murdered his own brother in the blast to steal his identity and become a "surviving hero." Even worse, he was already planning my "accidental" overdose once I signed over the family trust. My blood ran cold as I realized the gentle, calloused hands that touched me on my wedding night hadn't belonged to my husband at all. I had fallen in love with Jayden, the man Jarret had just vaporized for a promotion. I tried to escape, but they caught me and forced a sedative into my arm. When I woke up, the family doctor was standing over me with a predatory smile. "Congratulations, Elise. You're ten weeks pregnant." Jarret leaned over my bed, his eyes cold and victorious. They aren't going to kill me anymore. They've turned me into an incubator for an heir, trapped in a golden cage with the monster who murdered the father of my child.”