Caught In The Twin's Cruel Game

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divorce filing a cold, hard fact in my email inbox. The legal separation w

t was David Chen, the head of the prestigious photogra

but the spot is still open. We were so impressed with your po

been planning a surprise trip for a month-long anniversary celebrati

New York was a graveyard of memorie

aid, my voice firm.

am starts in a week. This will be an incredible opportunity, Claire. Thoug

words no longe

lips. "I'm no longer Mrs. Callahan." I was just Clai

pulled up to the curb. Killian stepped out. He was dressed in a dark suit, feign

gentle. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice a lo

rformance. I snatched my

me on," he said, trying for a playful smile. "I know you're upset. Let me make

I shared my passions with. He had been the one who lis

me to the car, sinking into the plush leath

t details in the paintings he knew I'd appreciate, and bought me a coffee from my favorite ca

e friend said, winking at me. "You

y hand. I offered a tight-l

a fire-breathing performance. The raw, chaotic energy of the flames was captivating. I

d were gone. I was alone. A sense of un

the live performance art piece began. A man spun a staff of fire. A plume

my hand, the same one Kassie had burned. I stumbled back, my eyes watering from the smoke

, a group of rough-looking men materialized f

," their leader sneered, his eyes r

chest. This wasn't ra

I said, trying t

ruising. "Not so fast, pretty thing. O

ut they were too strong. Desperatio

hand to strike me, a blur of

s Kil

cold fury, his eyes blazing with a terrifying, murderous light. He moved with a brutal efficiency, a whirlwind of violence. A

hugs scrambled

nstantly replaced by a raw, naked fear. He grabbed my shoulders

ed, that for a split second, a flicker of s

e tech heir, came ru

r was stupid! I can't believe he'd actually hire people to

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ot's

e. The concern, the fear-it was all another act. This was all th

coalesced into a single, crushing weight

ness consumed me was Killian' s horr