MARRIED TO MY BOSS'S TWIN

chapter 3 Two Heart beats

Two lines.

I stared at the pregnancy test like it might change its mind. It didn’t.

“You’re lying,” Damian said. His voice was ice. “We didn’t—”

“We didn’t,” I snapped. “He did.” I pointed at Caleb, who was now pulling on jeans with zero shame.

Caleb whistled. “Twelve hours married and already pregnant. I’m efficient.”

Damian moved so fast I flinched. One second Caleb was smirking, the next he was pinned against the wall with Damian’s forearm on his throat.

“You knew the terms.” Damian’s knuckles were white. “The heir has to be mine. Legitimate. Knight blood.”

“It is Knight blood, brother.” Caleb grinned, choking. “Just not yours.”

I grabbed the nearest lamp. “Let him go or I swear—”

The door flew open again. An older woman in pearls stormed in, followed by two lawyers.

“Damian Knight, is this your wife?” She looked me up and down like I was a stain. “And is she carrying the Knight heir?”

Damian let Caleb drop. He straightened his tie and looked at me. Really looked at me for the first time.

“Yes, Grandmother,” he said. “This is Emma. My wife. And she’s pregnant.”

Caleb coughed. “Actually—”

“With my child,” Damian cut him off. His eyes dared me to contradict him. “Isn’t that right, Mrs. Knight?”

My brother’s face flashed in my mind. Five years in prison if I messed this up.

I lifted my chin. “Yes. With your child.”

Grandmother clapped. “Wonderful! Dr. Mercer is waiting downstairs. We’ll confirm the pregnancy and start the prenatal care immediately.”

Dr. Mercer’s office was colder than Damian.

“Lie back, Mrs. Knight.” The ultrasound wand was freezing. “Let’s see how far along you are.”

Damian stood at my head, arms crossed. Caleb leaned against the door, arms also crossed. Identical glares.

The screen flickered to life.

Dr. Mercer frowned. “That’s… unusual.”

“What?” The three of us said it together.

She turned the screen. “Mrs. Knight, you’re approximately 4 weeks pregnant.”

“That’s impossible,” Damian said. “We were married yesterday.”

“Unless…” Dr. Mercer moved the wand. A second *whoosh-whoosh* filled the room. Fast. Strong.

She went pale. “Mrs. Knight… you’re not carrying one baby.”

The room went silent.

“You’re carrying two.”

Caleb’s smirk vanished. Damian went rigid.

“Twins,” Dr. Mercer whispered. “Fraternal twins. Two sacs. Two heartbeats.”

Grandmother gasped from the doorway. “Two heirs?”

I looked between Damian and Caleb. Same face. Same gray eyes. Two babies.

Two possible fathers.

Damian’s hand suddenly covered mine on the bed. His skin was freezing.

“Caleb,” he said, not looking away from the screen. “Get the DNA kits.”

Caleb didn’t move. For the first time, he looked scared.

“Because one of these babies might be yours,” Damian finished. “And one might be mine.”