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Selene’s POV
The doorbell woke me.
I felt like I had slept too long, which was strange—I never took naps during the day, and that particular day, I hadn’t even felt tired.
I opened my eyes with some difficulty. The apartment’s doorbell was ringing again, this time with more insistence. Night had already fallen. Where were the twins?
I got up. I was in Kael’s room—well, the room that should have been his but that he had given up for me. The doorbell kept ringing. Who could it be?
Still shaking off my drowsiness, I walked to the entrance.
"I’m coming, I’m coming."
The door didn’t have a peephole, so I had no way of knowing who was on the other side. I assumed it was a neighbor, maybe with an important announcement that I should hear first before passing it on to the twins.
I opened the door.
That was my biggest mistake.
"Who the hell are you?!" shouted the young woman standing in front of another one, who glared at me as if she could kill me with just her eyes.
"I…"
I couldn’t even answer before they shoved me inside.
They were strong—far too strong for how thin they were. I nearly lost my balance.
"Where are they?" the second girl demanded. "Tell us! Where are they hiding?"
I knew they were talking about the twins. But who were they? And what gave them the right to barge in and talk to me as if I were some kind of intruder?
The first one grabbed me by the collar of my blouse. She was blonde, strikingly beautiful, with the body of a European model—but at that moment, her face was twisted with rage, like a harpy.
"Are you screwing them, you w***e? Are you sleeping with one of our boyfriends? Where’s the other one?"
Their girlfriends.
The twins' girlfriends.
And they thought I was—Oh, God.
I smiled, trying to calm the situation.
"It’s not what you think, of course not…"
The other girl, a redhead with the face of an angel and stunning blue eyes, grabbed my arm. How were they so strong?
"Did you sleep with Kael? If I find out you did, I swear to God, I’ll kill you, b***h!"
"No, no, of course not!"
"She reeks of them, Tara!" The blonde sniffed me, her nose running along my skin. "She even smells like she just got out of bed."
How could she tell?
As far as I knew, the bedsheets had just been changed—they were fresh and clean. And wasn’t it weird that she was sniffing me at all?
The redhead’s breath brushed against my neck as she took in a deep inhale. Goosebumps ran down my skin.
What the hell was she doing?
How could she smell me with such precision?
A chill crept down my spine. This wasn’t normal.
The redhead yanked me by the arm, her grip bruising.
"You reek of both of them! Have you been screwing them at the same time, you filthy slut?"Selene’s POV
The sound of the doorbell woke me.
It felt like I had slept for too long, which was strange—I didn’t usually nap during the day. And that day in particular, I hadn’t felt tired at all. My eyelids were heavy. The bell rang again, more insistent now.
Night had fallen.
Where were the twins?
I got up slowly. I was in Kael’s bedroom—or the room that used to be his, before he offered it to me. The doorbell kept ringing, sharp and urgent.
Who could it be?
Still groggy, I walked to the door.
“Coming, hold on…”
There was no peephole. I had no way of knowing who it was. I assumed it was someone from the building—maybe a neighbor with an announcement I should hear and pass on to the twins.
I opened the door.
That was my first mistake.
“You filthy b***h!” the redhead spat the words as soon as she saw me, her eyes burning with murderous rage.
“I…”
I recognized them instantly.
The twins’ girlfriends.
They pushed past me before I could react. They were strong—too strong for girls that thin. I almost hit the floor.
“We KNEW what you were after!” the blonde barked. “Did you really think you could fool us? You have no idea who you’re messing with!”
The redhead grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, fists trembling with fury.
“Are you screwing them, b***h? Sleeping with OUR boyfriends?”
My heart dropped. They… they thought—
Oh, God.
I tried to keep calm. I even smiled a little, hoping to diffuse whatever was about to explode.
“It’s not what you think, I swear it’s not…”
The blonde seized my arm with shocking strength.
“Did you sleep with Kael? If I find out you did, I swear I’ll kill you!”
“No! No, of course not!”
“She smells like them, Tara!” the redhead snapped, stepping closer. “She smells like she just got out of someone’s bed.”
My blood froze.
How could she know that?
The sheets had been freshly changed. Clean. There was no way I could smell like anything. And then… she sniffed me.
Yes. Literally.
She brought her face close to my neck. Inhaled, deeply. Her breath skimmed my skin and I shivered.
What the hell was she doing?
This wasn’t normal.
The blonde yanked my arm again, hard enough to hurt.
“You reek of both of them. Have you been screwing BOTH, you filthy slut?”
Enough.
This was my apartment. They were hurting me.
And now they were accusing me of sleeping with two men at once?
I didn’t care if they were my tenants’ girlfriends—this was too much!
"Of course not!" I snapped, breaking free from her grip and shaking off the blonde, who had already torn my blouse. "I’m only here because—"
The words died in my throat.
How was I supposed to explain to two furious, jealous, and irrational girlfriends that I was living with their boyfriends?
No matter how I said it, it would sound terrible either way.
"Because you’re f*****g them!" the blonde shrieked.
"That’s not it, it’s just that—"
Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a loud crash from the kitchen.
The microwave had hit the floor.
The redhead—Tara, or whatever the hell her name was—had lifted it and let it drop.
It shattered into pieces, along with the tile beneath it.
"Are you insane?! What the—"
The blonde didn’t want to be outdone. She grabbed the toaster and hurled it down just like her friend had done with the microwave.
"What the hell are you doing?! These things are mine! Stop breaking them!"
They didn’t give a damn about what I said.
If anything, my protest only encouraged them.
They opened the kitchen drawers, pulling out plates and cups only to smash them on the floor.
Every dish, every mug, every glass—shattered.
"I’ll call the police if you don’t stop!"
"With what phone, b***h?"
The redhead moved so fast it was unnatural.
With sleight-of-hand precision, she plucked my phone from my pocket.
"No! You psycho—"
She threw it against the floor and stomped on it, crushing it in one blow.
The blonde marched into the living room and, without hesitation, destroyed the TV.
I couldn’t believe it.
Lamps crashed to the ground. Figurines shattered. Paintings were ripped from the walls.
They tore the couch cushions, slashed the upholstery, ripped apart the chairs—they were destroying everything.
"This will teach you a lesson, bitch."
I went into shock.
I had never faced something so insane.
It was suffocating.
I watched—helpless—as they wrecked everything I had worked so hard to buy.
Nothing I owned was luxurious, but I had saved for months to furnish the apartment so it could be nice, functional, inviting—so my guests could feel at home.
And these lunatics were ruining it all without a second thought.
Destroying everything, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
When I tried to intervene, they shoved me away with inhuman strength and continued their rampage.
They stormed into the bedrooms and repeated the process.
They ripped the blankets. Tore the pillows. Knocked over the TVs until they sparked. Smashed the bathroom mirrors.
They clogged the toilets with towels and bars of soap.
"Had enough, b***h?" the blonde sneered.
I sat on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Let this be a lesson to you," the redhead spat. "Stay the hell away from our boyfriends."
"Let’s go, Nicole. I think this filthy tramp finally got the message."
"If we see you again, we’ll ruin your face. Got it?"
I nodded between sobs, shattered by everything that had just happened.
How was this even real?
Everything I had worked for—everything I had bought with the money that should have gone to my college tuition—was in ruins.
It was cruel. So, so cruel.
"That’s enough, Tara. This i***t won’t be stupid enough to try anything now. She knows what happens to sluts who mess with our men."
"She’d better. Or I’ll come back and claw her face off myself."
I heard them knock over the fridge on their way out.
I didn’t even want to know what they had done to it.
I just sat there, crying, among the ruins of my possessions.
Trying to make sense of the barbarity I had just witnessed.
But there was no explanation.
My only crime had been a misunderstanding.
And running into two toxic, psychotic lunatics.
I forced myself to stand, surveying the destruction.
Everything was ruined. Even the floor was damaged.
I should leave.
Find a park bench to sleep on for the night.
But then—I heard something.
A noise.
A subtle shift amid the wreckage.
I held my breath.
Someone else was here.
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