Caught In The Twin's Cruel Game

n I loved, the man whose name I carried, wasn't

band, Elliot, had swapped places with his volatile twin, Killian, a

t stood by as his lover burned my hand, while Killi

roup chat, he called me a "prize" he'd won from his brother,

rything the pre-nup promised, and fled to London. I thought I was free

pte

e Cos

e, the man whose name I carried, the man I loved with every fract

They were the princes of a New York financial empire, identical in their sha

He was the heir apparent, the man who walked into a room and commanded

was the storm cloud that lingered on the horizon, threatening to break at any moment.

d. Killian' s obsession was overt, a suffocating presence I constantly tried to escape. Ell

hose Elliot. I chose the sun. I became Mrs. Claire Callah

l to

tering jewel atop the Callahan tower. Elliot-my Elliot-had his arms wrapped around me from beh

breath a familiar, comforting caress. "

chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath th

aze held an intoxicating fire I usually only saw in moments of unguarded passion. His lips met min

lling. It w

that sent shivers down my spine. The kiss deepened, becoming a raw, desperate claimi

, a husky, possessive

er-in

, my entire body rigid. The man in front of me, the man whose kiss was still imprinted on my

say?" My voice was

had appeared. He smoothed his expression back into the familiar, ge

a frantic, trapped bird. "You calle

my head. He reached for me, but I flinched away. "You must have misheard me, darling. I said 'my love'." H

continued recoil. He straightened his tie, a perfectly compos

rifted up. A woman' s sharp, distinctive laugh. Kassie Kent' s laugh. The s

lahan Financial Group. He was the epitome of gentle and proper, the perfect heir. Killian was the spare,

s pursuit was a relentless siege. He' d corner me in hallways, his presence overwhelming, his ga

es over the roar of Killian's motorcycle. I chose th

ssiveness curdling into something violent. He' d backed me against a wall, his hands gripping my arms so tightly they left bruises.

ing fight was brutal. After that night, Killian disappeared. The family said he' d been sent abroad, a f

gh his hair, a gesture so familiar it made my stomach clench. He looked exactly like Elliot. He act

voice once again the gentle timbre of my husband. "Our

ment?" I asked

, smiling. "A celebration of our an

nd of confusion and fear. The grand hall of the Callahan mansion was filled with

glanced toward a secluded alcove near the garden and saw her, drap

ven a second," a socialite beside me gossiped to her fri

"I heard her family has him wrapped around their little finger. But for him

like a physical b

t. I would know him anywhere. Not just by the custom-made Patek Philippe on his wrist-

mer assistant, his expression sof

e hand was resting possessively on t

s Kil

ressed fire that always seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. The way he held me, not with gent

od ran

asual indifference before landing on his brother. "Everything

ling, triumphant grin. "Of course, brother. I told you I could be you.

been patient long enough." He turned to me then, his face a mask of polite concern. "Claire, you look pale. Are you unwell?" He spoke to m

st

had built, the love I had cherished, the man I had married-it was all a lie. A c

t just shatter. It had