Someone was messing with her, playing jokes with her.
Alessandra stared at her phone, her reddish-brown hair soft against her naked shoulders.
Who decided to do this? Who thought this was funny?
Just after Ethan's will had been found, claiming some twin brother he never bothered to tell her about, now someone was teasing her, pretending to be him?
Just how far did they plan to go with her?
The door to the bathroom pushed open, and Lewis came in, a towel around his waist, while water dripped from his body.
“What's wrong, love? You look troubled,” He said, sauntering over to her, before plopping down on the bed next to her.
“Not much,” Alessandra dropped the phone, “Still looking for a way to render Ethan's final Will useless. The lawyers have checked the authenticity. The handwritin
