The Billionaire's Secret Twins

Chapter 2: The Pregnancy Test

The two pink lines stared back at me, mocking me.

Positive.

I sat on the cold marble floor of my new bathroom - a bathroom bigger than my entire apartment - and felt the world spin. My period was two weeks late, but I had told myself it was stress. Stress from my sister's hospital bills, stress from dropping out of nursing school, stress from marrying a stranger for money.

Not this.

"Emma?"

Ethan's voice from outside the bathroom door made me jump. I quickly shoved the pregnancy test into my robe pocket.

"Are you sick? You've been in there for twenty minutes. Grandmother and my father are waiting downstairs for breakfast. The contract says you will be present for family meals."

His voice was all business. Even through a door, he sounded like he was in a boardroom.

"Coming!" My voice cracked.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Twenty-two, married, broke, and now pregnant with twins. The doctor had said twins yesterday when I went for a checkup - identical twins, high risk because I was underweight and anemic.

And the father was my contract husband who had explicitly said "don't get pregnant."

I splashed water on my face and walked out.

Ethan was leaning against the doorway, already dressed in another perfect black suit. He looked me up and down. I was wearing a simple blue dress - the only decent dress I owned. His eyes stopped on my face.

"You look pale. Are you eating?"

The question surprised me. It sounded almost... concerned.

"I'm fine."

"You're not." He frowned. "My grandmother will think I'm starving you. Eat more."

He turned and walked away, expecting me to follow like a pet. I did, because that was the contract. I was his obed-... I was his fake wife.

Downstairs, the Knight mansion's dining room was like something from a magazine. A long table that could seat twenty people, but only three were there.

An elegant older woman with silver hair and kind eyes - Eleanor Knight, Ethan's grandmother, the only reason I was here. She had found me working at a cafe, crying over Lily's bills, and offered me this insane deal.

And next to her, a frail man in a wheelchair - Richard Knight, Ethan's father. He was dying of cancer, and his last wish was to see his cold, workaholic son settled down.

"Emma, dear!" Eleanor smiled warmly. "Come sit. Ethan, pull out her chair. Have you taught your husband no manners?"

Ethan's jaw tightened, but he pulled out my chair. His hand briefly brushed my shoulder and I flinched. Not because I was scared, but because that touch sent electricity through me. The same electricity I had felt that night at The Royal Hotel a month ago.

The night I had too much to drink after my final nursing exam. The night a man had slipped something into my drink. The night a handsome stranger with steel-gray eyes had carried me to a room and saved me... and then one thing led to another.

I had left before dawn, ashamed, leaving $20 on the nightstand like he was... God, what was I thinking?

Now that stranger was my husband, and he didn't remember me at all.

"Emma, Ethan tells me you want to be a nurse," Richard said, his voice weak but kind. "That's a noble profession."

"She was a nursing student," Ethan corrected coldly, cutting his eggs. "She dropped out."

I felt my cheeks heat. "I had to. My sister-"

"Your sister will be taken care of," Eleanor interrupted gently,