My Ex_Husband 's Twin Want Me

Between fire and Ice

Chapter 3:Claimed

Damien’s hand was still twisted in my hair. He didn’t let go even when Alexander’s office door opened behind us. The sound was slow, deliberate, like ice cracking across a frozen lake. Cold air rushed out and wrapped around my neck.

Alexander stepped into the doorway. Same face as Damien. Same sharp jaw, same dark eyes, same 6’3 frame. But where Damien was fire, Alexander was winter. Two seasons standing in one room, and I was caught between them.

“Release her,” Alexander said. Two words. No anger, no shouting. Just quiet command. That was worse. Damien’s lips curved into a smile that had no humor in it, only teeth. “Make me, brother.”

The secretary dropped her pen. It hit the marble floor with a clatter that sounded like a gunshot. She pressed herself against the wall like she could disappear if she tried hard enough. Two billionaires. One room. One woman. That math never ended well for anyone.

Alexander’s eyes moved past Damien’s face. They dropped to his hand in my hair, then to the torn divorce papers scattered at my feet like white confetti. His jaw tightened once. I knew that muscle twitch. Three years of marriage taught me every tell he had.

“You are making a mistake,” Alexander said, but he wasn’t looking at Damien anymore. He was looking at me. “Sign the papers, Sofia. This ends now.”

“It ended two years ago,” Damien cut in, his voice vibrating against my spine. “When you let him lock her in that room. When you chose silence over her. You lost the right to speak for her.”

“I didn’t choose silence,” Alexander’s voice rose half a level. For him, that was shouting. “I chose her safety. Damien chooses chains.”

“My chains kept her breathing,” Damien pulled me tighter against his chest. His arm locked around my waist like iron. “Your safety kept her dying.”

Both twins turned to me then. Two sets of identical dark eyes, waiting. Demanding. One word hung in the air between us. Alexander said it first. “Choose.” A command. Damien echoed it a second later. “Choose.” But his was a prayer.

My hands started shaking. The last scraps of torn paper slipped from my fingers and floated down to the floor. They looked like snow. Like ashes. Like pieces of a marriage that never really existed. Alexander held out his hand to me. It was empty. No wedding ring anymore. He’d taken it off three years ago.

“Come,” he said softly. “Be free. No more Damien. No more fire.”

Damien didn’t hold out his hand. He didn’t need to. He already owned my waist. He owned my breath. “Stay,” he murmured against my ear so only I could hear. “Be mine. No more lies. No more divorce.”

The whole room held its breath. But my heart didn’t. It remembered Damien’s kiss from five minutes ago. It remembered fire and whiskey and possession. It remembered chains that felt more like home than Alexander’s cold silence ever did.

I took one shaky breath, then leaned back into Damien’s chest. Away from Alexander’s outstretched hand. Away from freedom. “I’m not signing,” I whispered. My voice was barely sound, but both twins heard it.

Alexander closed his eyes for one second. Pain flashed across his face before he locked it away again. When he opened them, they were ice once more. “You will regret this,” he said quietly, like a doctor delivering bad news.

Damien’s lips brushed my neck and he smiled. “She already regretted you.”

Alexander didn’t answer. He just turned and walked back into his office. The door closed behind him with no slam. No drama. Just silence. Just end.

The room went still. Heavy. Final. Damien exhaled behind me like he’d been holding the world up with his lungs. “Good girl,” he whispered against my ear. “My girl.”

Before I could think, he lifted me into his arms. One arm under my knees, the other supporting my back. Like I weighed nothing. Like I was precious. Like I was his. Because I was.

He walked past the desk, past the fallen paper, past the secretary who couldn’t breathe. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding and he stepped inside without breaking stride.

“Where are you taking me?” I whispered into his neck. My face buried against his skin.

“Home,” he answered. His voice was rough and final. “Where you belong. Where you’ve always been mine.”

The doors closed. Numbers started counting down. 30... 29... 28... Down we went, like we were falling. Like we were running. Like the war had just started.

Because it had. Alexander lost me today. But Damien Doesn't’t give up he claimed what was his.