Twin From Hell

The Proposal

The shower did wash away some of my exhaustion and irritation, but it did nothing to watch away the warring thoughts within.

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, I was angry, angry at them for being such horrible people, angry at myself for still being so affected by them.

I already knew who they were, they should no longer affect me so much.

Yet here I was, affected.

Fuck!

They were so ridiculous, to think they could even dare propose such a thing, and to me of all people was just plain outrageous, there was no other word for it.

Even now, I still couldn't comprehend the level of shameless someone had to be at to confidently make such a proposal.

This, coming from the one and only Reign of terror wasn't surprising, but our parents were the ones who really shocked me. Well, I guess I shouldn't be so surprised.

My parents were exceedingly indulgent towards Reign, spoiling her without bounds.

But this, this was shocking even for them.

To think they'd ask me to borrow my womb to Reign of all people was beyond my comprehension, I wouldn't even borrow her a pen, not to mention my womb. Like, what were they even thinking.

As I walked past the mirror, I couldn't help but avert my gaze, I didn't want to see my reflection for the time being, I would only get disgusted if I was reminded of the eerily similar figure that shared the same face.

Should I get plastic surgery?

That was definitely a suggestion worth considering, I didn't want to have anything to do with the Murphy family.

Afterall, that was why I changed my surname to Foster, anything to draw a plain glowing white line was a welcome idea worth implementing.

I flopped onto the bed after checking the sheets, they looked clean, but I don't trust anywhere but my bed. Thank God the bathrobe was long.

Although the cleanliness of the bathrobe was questionable, it did serve as a sort of mental balm to my restless heart.

Turning on the bed to lay flat on my back, my mind couldn't help but travel back to the outrageous conversation, or should I say- demand, my ex-parents had made.

Reign was infertile, they'd said, not just infertile, she literally had no womb.

I did actually have some idea of what happened to her womb. Reign of terror had literally been using me as a bullet proof vest for years, posing as me to live a wild life, and letting me take all the critical hits only to come off innocent in the end, I guess karma finally caught up with the b***h, after years of abortion she had finally done herself in and aborted her womb.

But, for real, Reign of terror's husband must be the real deal, she feared or cared for no one but herself, so for her to swallow her pride and ask me for help just to save her marriage, he must come from serious money.

Why not love. Let's be real, Reign was a stone-cold b***h, she had no heart, there was no love within the dark, cold hole where her heart was supposed to be... to give.

And the man who married her shouldn't be any better, just like they say; birds of the same feather, flock together. Anyone that could reduce themselves to marrying the one and only b***h from hell Reign must either be the biggest fool on earth, or......

I literally have no more words, let's just say the guy was a big fool and leave it at that.

I had to be honest; I couldn't lie and say that the news of Reign's infertility didn't fill me with joy, it almost made my horrible day barely tolerable... Barely.

I knew I should feel awful for feeling like this but I couldn't for the life of me summon an ounce of guilt.

Reign almost destroyed me, her twin sister. We were supposed to be the closest people on earth, it was in our DNA, but Reign almost straight up ruined me for no apparent reason, I say almost, not because of any act of mercy on her part, but because of my strength.

I was a survivor of Reign Murphy and I know from experience that someone as heartless and callous as her wasn't fit to be a mother.

God finally had eyes, being Reign's child was like a death sentence to any innocent soul, and there was no way I was giving her a child so she could have a new outlet to vent on.

On a side note, I was still a virgin, I hated to admit it but the b***h had done quite a number on me, I had trust issues so it was hard for me to commit to a relationship.

I feared they would abandon me like everyone else in my life, so I had remained a single pringle, focusing all my energy on my career.

Which paid off, I was a four-time MMA champion with an uninterrupted winning streak before I quit.

I had accrued a bit of wealth in my years as a Pro MMA fighter, not only that, as an internationally ranked champion, who was also drop dead gorgeous. I didn't say so myself, L.A magazine did.

I had gotten a lot of sponsorship and endorsement gigs for big name sport brands, even fashion magazines, so I was rolling in dough.

I also invested my money wisely in different projects, the main ones being a chain of state-of-the-art Fitness gyms and martial arts gyms. Another notable business venture was a small intimate, four-star restaurant known as Royal Treatment run by my very dear friend Diane, Diane was my one and only friend, who happened to also be an internationally acclaimed five-star Michelin chef, so it had made sense to invest in her when she came to me with her business proposal.

Who knew it'd turn out to be such a success, the little restaurant of then had now expanded rapidly in the span of two years, with various branches all over the country. And that was only a few amongst my various investments.

I have been extremely lucky in my career, maybe God had decided to compensate me in my career since my family line and love line were practically non-existent, so I was literally thriving, in my career at least.

I wanted for nothing, and if I ever did find myself lusting for a man, it'd be nothing for me to have one sent over for my pleasure. I'm a boss b***h, and that's on period.

So, the b***h from hell had made the wrong bet if she even thought for a sec she could intimidate me with money, money meant nothing to me, I was rolling in it.

With a sigh, I rolled over on my stomach, and my eyes fluttered close.

Okay, now time to sleep, I wasn't going to waste my time thinking more on the subject of Reign or losing sleep over her, that was her winning, and I refused to give her the satisfaction.