My Fiancé's Twin, A Cruel Deception

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ling as he looked at his identical broth

olely on me. He didn't spare a glance for his twin. It wa

l," Brandon stated, his v

g to the blood trickling down my temple.

he humiliation hurt more. I was the one bleeding, the one who

, unmoved by the

so scared," she whimpered, reaching a hand out blindly. "I heard her voice, and I jus

r, gathering her into his arms with a tenderness that made my s

I'm here. No one is

down the stairs in our home. I had sprained my ankle badly, and the pain was excruciating. Brandon had simply stoo

armth... it was never for me. It w

another second. "I'm leaving," I

andon's voice stopped me cold

blocking the exit. Caryl was still clin

ce a low growl. "You will be punishe

ulous. "I'm the one who's hurt! She

e her kneel in the ancestral hall. Give her twenty

e no right," I spat. "I'm n

," Brandon said coolly.

the small, worn leather-bound book of sketches I always carried with me. It was f

sketchbook. Grandpa Carlson gave you this whip as a wedding gift, a symbol of auth

ontrol. And the sketchbook... it held my last shred of self. Brandon knew that. He knew it was

rs slumped

the portraits of dead Carlsons, their painted eyes watching me with

my back. Pain, sharp and electric, shot through my entire body. It felt like my skin was

e that consumed me. My thin dress offered no protection. Each

pped. Brandon stepped forward

?" he asked, his voice as cold

y back a canvas of agony. I met his ga

hing wrong

ontinue," he ordered

n old back injury from my fall down the stairs flared up, a deep, agonizing

word torn from my throat

ready turning away, gently guiding Caryl, who

a stark contrast to the violence he had just

on one knee and promised to protect me, to cherish me, to be my

ng on the floor, his promises echoed

t thing I saw before I lost consciousness was his