Billionaire Twin Secret

Gwen I still couldn’t believe my mom had just been diagnosed with stage three gastric cancer. It was painful enough when she had to deal with her schizophrenia, now she had to deal with cancer too. And the doctor told me to look for fifteen thousand dollars for a start. I had to think of Andrew at that moment. I took a bus home from the hospital, changed my clothes, and headed straight for Andrew’s. We’ve been dating for three years, and my time with him was amazing. He was the only guy I ever dated that didn’t look down on me, he always cared about my mother by checking up on her and buying her drugs a few times. I was sure he wouldn't just sit by and watch my mum die, I wanted to ask him to lend me a little money and if he could use his connection in the business world to get me a few jobs, it would be nice. I reached his apartment, but instead of knocking first, I turned the doorknob and it wasn’t locked. So, I entered. At first, I saw a woman’s heel in the corridor, but I ignored it. Then I saw clothes littered everywhere; the blue shirt I bought for him on his birthday, and a red skimpy gown. I headed straight for his bedroom, my heart beating in my chest. “I feel bad for her, she doesn’t even know why you are keeping her around.” I heard a girl’s voice from his bedroom. “She’s not a girlfriend material. She’s the type of a girl you’d want to marry, because you know she’ll take care of your children well, stay at home, and listen to you. What do they call them again?” Andrew’s voice. “Wife material.” They both giggled at her words. I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I pushed the door open. The bag I was holding fell to the ground, as I saw my boyfriend in bed with his so-called cousin. I saw the shock on Andrew’s face the moment I walked in, but the girl looked unremorseful. After my brain had processed what it saw, I ran out, and Andrew ran after me. “Gwen stop! Gwen please stop!” He called out. I wanted to stop, I wanted to ask him why he did that to me, but it was like my legs would crumble if I stopped. “Let me explain…” he grabbed onto my hands. “Explain what?” I stopped on my track. He sighed before he continued, “It’s not what you think it is, it was a mistake and just this one time.” I chuckled dryly with tears streaming down my face, “You mean, it was a mistake I caught you this one time?” I asked, wiping the tears off my face. “Stop acting this way Gwen!” He almost barked, rubbing his hair in frustration. “Wasn’t she your cousin?” I asked, waiting for the lie he’d give. “We are not exactly related, her aunt is my mom’s friend. But that’s not what matters now.” He moved closer to me. I stepped further away from him, “So what matters?” He took a deep breath, “Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?” He spoke in a manipulative tone. I pushed my hair to the back of my ear, and let out a sigh I’ve been holding since. “Andrew, what do you take me for?” I placed both hands on my waist. “Gwen stop this! You should be grateful I’m even trying to give you a chance.” He deadpanned. “What!?” Was he always a dickhead like this, but I was too blind to see? “I mean, it’s not like there’s any other guy out there that’s ready to accept you. Do you think I enjoyed taking care of both you and your schizophrenic mother? You…” I slapped him across the face before he could finish. The look on his face made me realize I shouldn’t have slapped him, but I didn’t regret it. “You shouldn’t talk about my mom like that.” I shot back at him, my heart racing. “Why can’t I talk about her like that? Do you know how long I’ve been putting up with her bullshit? She almost killed me the last time she had an episode! Sometimes, I wish she dies during one of her episodes so we can both have peace!” He exploded. 
 If I hadn’t walked in on them today, I wouldn’t have known he felt this way about my mom. He’s never shown it, or complained about her before. I bent and broke down in tears. “My mom has stage three gastric cancer. Without getting her first chemotherapy soon, she’ll probably die. Are you happy to hear that?” I stood up and started walking away. He ran after me and stood in front of me, shock evident on his face. “I’m..I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He apologized but he wasn’t sincere. “It’s fine.” I pushed past him and walked away. ******* It’s been almost a week since I broke up with Andrew, he didn’t show up nor text me back. I remember the last thing he said while I was walking away, “You’d still come back to find me.” He knows how much I need help now, and he knows he’s the only one I know. But, I already told myself, even if it means I have to sell my kidney, I won’t be going back to him. I finished my work at the cafe around 5pm, went home to take a shower, before I headed for the club, where I’m needed as a designated driver. It hasn't been an easy week, and the money I’ve gathered so far is nowhere near the money for her drugs, not to mention her chemotherapy. Probably because I’ve been occupied with making money for my mom, I wasn’t that bothered about me breaking up with Andrew, except at night when I couldn’t sleep—I couldn’t help but think of him. I kept checking my wristwatch while waiting for the lady that called me to be her driver. She sent me her picture earlier so I decided to go in and look for her, which I eventually regretted doing. It took a while to convince the bouncers to let me in, I looked around the dance floor but she wasn’t there. I’m not really into clubbing, but it seems like a nice place to let out your stress all at once. I headed for the bathroom right away, to see if I’d find her there, but what I’d least expected was meeting a pervert. I was suddenly pushed into the wall, I let out a sharp pain due to the impact I had with the wall. “Will you do me the honor of being my bride for tonight, my lady?” The drunk man said in a fake british accent, tracing my face with his fingers as he pressed his body to mine. “Get off me you pig!” I pushed him, but he was twice my size so my effort was futile. I kept thrashing beneath him and screaming. No one was coming, and I screamed harder as the fear that no one was coming to save me hit me. But the blaring music from the dance floor made my voice inaudible. “Come on, I promise I’ll make you enjoy it.” I spat on his face at his word and in anger, he smacked me on the face, making me fall on my side. He moved over to me, and I could see him lifting his hand to hit me again, but a flying foot landed on his stomach instead. He stumbled backward, as the figure stood before me, his back facing me. I slowly stood up, while the pervert ran away. The man that came to my rescue turned to face me, and I was stunned by his appearance. He is 6 '1, with jet black hair that’s well styled, and his ocean eyes too—they were captivating. “I know I’m a failed billionaire, but knowing we are getting married soon, you should try to at least save me some face, and not come to a place like this for a while.” He said, not breaking eye contact with me. I looked back to see if there was another person present in the hallway, because I knew his words were not meant for me. Then I looked back at him, confused at his words. I opened my mouth to thank him for saving me, “I’m gra….” He cut me off, “But what’s up with the modest dressing? It’s so unlike you, Bridget.” My twin sister?