Caught In The Twin's Cruel Game

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of Killian's boxes, my pho

. A rush wedding shoot. The client is very high-profile an

the wind out of me. But the professional in me, the part

" I said, my

a place of breathtaking natural beauty. We had shot our

g a golden glow. He had held me, whispered promises in my ear, and looked at

using my lens on the couple st

t a coincidence

designer wedding gown. And beside her,

t. The r

? guilt?-crossed his face before it was smoothed over, replaced by his usual cool indifference.

tos to have this kind of vibe," she said, showing me a

g, wrapped in each other's arms. They were beautiful, intimate,

photo taken in front of the Eiffel

dding photos. While I was pledging my lif

shes fluttered, a desperate

with," Elliot said,

th and raised my c

I filed the divorce papers, after I left for London, none of thi

in shades of purple and orange. Elliot went

arp and triumphant. "You know, Claire," she began, her voice

"I don't know what y

ld it out to me. "Don't play dumb. Elliot swapped places with Killian for me. So he could be with me without all the messy

was a calcu

rning venomous. "But it was all for my happiness. This," she waved the credit card i

ng me. Like

ratorial whisper. "Elliot saw you as a sister. Killian just saw you as a prize to be

sharp pain a welcome anchor in

you tell Elliot-the real Elliot-that I want him to show up at the courthou

on her shocked fa

n cold, relentless sheets. I shielded my precious camera equipment with

ottom of the hill, I was sh

out, holding an umbrella. "Miss? You look like you could use a r

another hand shot o

ce was dark, his eyes stormy wit

ce a low, furious rumble. He wasn't playi

e wasn't worried abo

sound. "It doesn't matter who he is, Killian. He's not you.