My Twin, His Obsession

Chapter 4

Word Count: 798 | Released on: 18/07/2025

ounselor, Mr. Harrison. His office was clutte

him my decision. "Finley Brooks, that' s an incredible achievement. Bu

The research opportunities are unparalleled." It was a l

s with your family," he advis

too quickly. "This is my

e, Mr. Harrison. Can you just process the paperwork? And... can you keep t

n nodded slowly. "Alright, Finley Brooks

a few days. After that, I would leave for the ca

e gratitude washing over me. He was the

o Demian. He wasn' t alone. Finley was clinging

did you run off to last night?" His tone was light, but his grip on F

Harrison about my university

intimacy that wasn' t there. "Need help with your app

him. "I' m fi

my path. "Finley Brooks, don' t be

completely disconnected from

ed on his arm. "Demian, come on.

face softening. "Sorry, babe. Be right there.

oulders brushing. I watched them go, an

all, I heard two girls

Finley were making out in

s with her sister

aceholder. Everyone knows h

n wound. I felt like a fool, a jok

ht one. Crestwood was

ile, a temporary space I' d never felt attached to. I opened a drawer and found an old, wo

a candid shot I' d taken one after

alf. Then in half again. I tore the picture into tiny

sica, walked in. She saw the

ray piece from the floor. "What are you doing with h

You should know your place. He' s with

photo from her hand. "It'

o the open window and threw the han

down, scattering like bitter conf

w of the pieces landed on his dark hair and sho

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My Twin, His Obsession

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“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.”