Caught In The Twin's Cruel Game

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ound my waist. The touch that I had once found comforting now felt like a cage. E

rench my arm free. My struggles were

against my temple. He tightened his grip, forcing m

w him. Elliot. He stood near the edge of the dance floor, Kassie at his side, his expression

whispered, my voice choked wi

miliar smile that I now knew was all h

he music cutting off abruptly. I blinked aga

ocked around my waist. Elliot and Kassie were staring at us. The other

d enough for everyone to hear. "Looks like m

ire, you look so confused. Can't yo

. I was a joke. The centerpiece of their sick, t

ing on his arm. "Let's go.

his voice smooth and controlled, the perfect CEO managing a minor PR crisis. H

eam, to rage, to claw at their perfect, decei

asm as I looked from one twin to the other. "Which one

from Killian' s grasp and walked away, my head

me upstairs to

behind him. He started unbuttoning his cuffs, the picture of a

kitchen and poured myself a g

d my shoulders with his thumbs. "I'm s

my shoulders after a long day of shooting. All the times I'd leaned back into his

nd betrayal. "Was it all a lie?," I finally managed to ask, m

g the suffocating silence. He glanced at it.

ion softening into one of patient concern. "We can t

eyes. He didn't care. He wasn't even going to deny it

n was still there, a massive, gaping wound in m

reak. Not in

devoid of emotion. "We'

t day, I booked an appointment with the city clerk

uitcase in hand. As I passed the guest room,

ing pale and frail. He was stroking her hair, his expression filled with a gentle concern

le touch, the same soothing voice. He was giving her the care that I had t

o my heart. A fresh, ago

past unnoticed,

called out, h

th. Killian appeared from the living room, a smi

d, his tone leaving no room for argumen

was a blo

travel portfolio in my hand. "Oh, is that for your photography fellowship in London? I saw the accept

I said, my voice

a stumble, sending the portfolio-and herself-crashing to the floo

intake of breath agai

to Kassie's side, his face a mask of panic.

es. He looked at me then, and the cold fury in his

you do?" h

diating menace. "Claire, I'm warning y

tiges of the man I thought I knew. He saw me

a puddle of coffee. The postnuptial agreement,

. Perhaps it was for the best. A clean

wound in my soul. I turned and walked out of the penthouse, out of th

t to the city