My Secret Twin Sister.

CHAPTER 3

FENGOR P.O.V

I flung the piece of contract paper back to him and instructed one of my bodyguards to give her a pen.

“This is the last chance you will have to sign these papers. The last time I asked you to sign, after agreeing to all our terms, you disappeared. After all, you have been sleeping and dining under my roof. I just feel like it's a way to compensate you.”.

Her hands were trembling as she scribbled the pen on the paper, shivering like a drenched peacock. I felt a slight pang of pity for her because she was different from other girls I have dated. But the deal needs to go on.

I also keenly observed that her steep arched eyebrow looked different, and her captivating bluish eyeballs were nowhere to be found. She looks a little bit pale and worn-out, which may be due to the stress she has undergone lately.

But regardless of how she disguises herself, she can't fake me, and the deals we had need to go on.

“Take her out of here and tell Lydia to fix her up as soon as possible; we are running late for church,” I snapped, snatching the documents from her.

I watched her as the two bodyguards took her by the arm and dragged her out of the room as the door closed behind them. Hearing their footsteps fade away. I heaved a sigh. How has monumental embarrassment been avoided? I can't bear to imagine what tomorrow's newspaper headline will look like.

MONUMENTAL DISGRACE: BRIDE SNUBS DUERTE’S FAMILY AT WEDDING OF THE YEAR. or something like,

DUERTE PLC STOCKS PLUMMET BY A THOUSAND BASIS POINTS AS BRIDE REFUSES TO SHOW UP ON THE D-DAY.

Then an avalanche of calls from those bastards called shareholders will start to troop in.

I worked for it. Heaven knows I deserve it. Putting my blood and sweat in the sand of time, daily, into building this conglomerate from where my father left it, though on the brink of collapse, to where it is today means I deserve it on a platter of gold.

But something incredulous happened at the last family get-together party when my father made the shocking announcement that there has been a change in the criteria for the successor to Duerte's conglomerates.

Firstly, the person must be a family man, and secondly, the marriage should have produced an offspring or be close to producing one. This will assist in making sound business decisions, guiding the Duerte conglomerate in the right direction, and instilling investor trust.

I opened my mouth in bewilderment. I could not close it. Is my father joking? Diego, are you seriously joking? This is not what my father told me six years ago when he called me privately into his office to help him salvage the company, which is on the brink of collapse.

I gave up on my dream. I gave up my tech start-up dream for this. It was then that I knew the battle line had been drawn between me and Dennis, my younger brother, and whoever.

So what choice do I have? I have to set up a contract marriage with Camilla that can give me an heir to make me a worthy successor. I cannot wait for this wedding procession to be over and for Father to fulfill his part of the deal.

As I took a seat, I was thinking about the upcoming church service and waiting for Nathan's next call of action. I find myself enjoying a moment of rest. With a sigh, I spread my tired legs on the table and gently reclined my chair to seek solace for the stress Camilla inflicted on me today.

With a firm grip of my cigar, I puff away my frustrations while my other hands delicately swirl the glass containing just the right amount of Mendis coconut brandy, ensuring I remain steady for the events that lie ahead.

I picked up my phone to see if there were missed calls or messages unattended to. I couldn't see anything worth my attention and checked if there were any business news stories that could steal my attention. Until I started hearing the determined sounds of shoes and heels marching on the floor, and the intensity increased as it approached the door. Immediately, the door was flung open.

“Wow! Congratulations, Mr. Fengor,clapping her hands mockingly.

“Where is our beloved and chosen Mrs. Fengor?” looking around every corner of the room. While I dipped my head into my phone, I read news that had stolen my attention.

“So no response?” Moving closer to me, slightly bending lower, and touching my chin to take away my attention from my phone.

“So you still want to go ahead and marry that thing?" Pointing to the entrance door.This time seething through her gaped teeth, showing her intense anger, her eyeballs like hot coals of fire dance rhythmically with her pointed eyelashes. while I stare at her, muted like a deaf person, still thinking of how I will react.

“That filthy rag? That thing I picked from the...

“Enough!”

With intense anger, I gagged her on her neck, moved her closer, and flung her away from my face. She staggered backward, struggling to hold her feet, but I could hear her rounded, soft butt hit the floor a few distance away in front of me.

“Never in your life, Kendra, call her by that name again!” I snapped.

“She deserves some respect.”

I geared up from where I was sitting; this time I moved closer to her, pointing my fingers at her. She suddenly dragged me into her arms with my floating neck tie as our eyes met, as if she had been waiting all day for it.

“I am so sorry, she said, planting her wet lips on mine, steering her seductive eyes at me and drawing me closer to her to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt, as her carefully manicured finger caressed my chest and my tiny, manly breast.

“I don't want to go through this path with you again." I reluctantly said, this time finding it hard to breathe, as I felt some rush of blood flowing through every part of me including my manhood.

“Shsss… let me take care of you, Daddy. I am the only girl in your world that can bring you to that c****x of s****l satisfaction," she teased. I watched her dip her hands straight into my boxer to feel my already erected manhood without losing my belt while looking into my eyes to feel my moaning reaction.

As if I had been hypnotized, She flung me into a nearby chair while I watched her helplessly as she quickly unzipped her gown and stepped out of it, revealing her reddish cotton-like g-strings, which matched with a half bra, showcasing the topmost part of her perfect, firm breast and spotless skin.

She skillfully grabbed the tip of my manhood until suddenly the door opened.

“Oh!!!”A… I am sorry, boss." Nathan shockingly uttered, seeing two of us in stark nudity as he badged in without approval.

“Your dad wants to speak with you urgently." He stated.