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My Twin, His Obsession

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 844    |    Released on: 18/07/2025

er. No sha

eyes fixed on the box in my hand. I quickl

uneven. The city felt vast and lonely. I found a di

ottle of water I' d bought. I swallowed it dryly,

ned over, gagging into a trash can

s? What are yo

me, his face a perfect mask of concern. He mu

ice soft and convincing. He even managed to look

at him, my sto

some medicine," I

ground. A flash of something-annoyance? embarrass

et under the bench. "Well, let'

being in a car with him, of him

ke the bus

ched for my arm. I pulled i

wed. "What is

he said, changing tactics. "Everyone' s

d we keep things secret. Now he wanted to sho

I said. "I' ll

my own eyes. I needed to

d. "Fine. Don' t be late." He turne

arm-up. The main prize. He had never planned to be with me. He' d always promised that

that group chat. He wasn' t

y. The house was already overflowing with p

sister, Finley, was hanging on his arm, laughing at something

making it official, Demian?" someone sh

emembered all the times he' d dismissed my desire to go public. "It' s not the right ti

kyard, my heart a hea

oulder. His smile didn' t falte

mile widened when she saw me.

her perfume cloying and sweet. "I

r snickered. "Look at her nec

te. The high neckline of my dress had slippe

ng in mock surprise. "Oh my god, F

She reached out and pulled my collar down fu

a vampire?" she asked, her vo

were on me, filled with judgment and amu

n' t move. He didn' t say a word to defend me. He just watched, his e

"Just a really passionate mosquito," I said, my vo

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My Twin, His Obsession
My Twin, His Obsession
“The air in Demian Oliver' s apartment was thick and hot, our bodies slick with sweat. This was it, the secret celebration of our graduation, the moment I had waited for. Then, in the peak of his passion, he whispered a name: "Finley." Not my name. My name is Finley Brooks. Finley is my younger twin sister. My whole body went cold. I found his phone, and a group chat called "The Conquest" revealed a picture of me sleeping in his bed, my back exposed. Messages confirmed my worst fears: "Consider this a warm-up. Gotta get familiar with the family before I go for the main prize." Two years of secret dates, stolen kisses, and whispered promises were all a lie. I was just a conquest, an appetizer for my own sister. The humiliation continued at the graduation party. My sister, Finley, publicly exposed the hickeys Demian had left on my neck, mocking me. Demian, the man I thought loved me, stood by and watched, his expression unreadable. Later, during a game of Truth or Dare, he publicly disowned me, forcing me to drink an entire bottle of vodka. I didn't understand. Why was I always the target? Why did my own family, and the man I loved, choose to humiliate me so cruelly? That night, I received an email: early admission to Crestwood Institute for Advanced Research, a secluded university thousands of miles away. It was my chance to escape, to become a ghost.”