Married To The Wrong Twin

Chapter 4

Selene sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as the city slowly vanished. The familiar bustle faded behind them, replaced by long stretches of road lined with towering trees and high stone walls that seemed to go on endlessly.

She didn’t speak. The driver didn’t either.

Her chest tightened, this was real. She wasn’t going back home, she was going to him.

The gates appeared suddenly, tall black iron reinforced with steel, flanked by armed guards who didn’t even bother hiding the weapons strapped to their sides.

The car slowed, then stopped briefly as one of the guards stepped forward, peering inside. Recognition flashed in his eyes as soon as he laid eyes on Selene. Without a word, he stepped back.

The gates opened and Selene swallowed, this was really it. The car rolled forward, crossing an invisible line that felt more like a point of no return.

The estate came into view gradually. Hell, this place wasn't a house, it was a fortress.

A tall structure of dark stone and glass. Large windows reflected nothing but the gray sky above, giving away nothing of what lay inside. Security cameras lined the perimeter and more guards stood at intervals.

If escaping ever crosses her mind, she might as well dead the idea. There's no escaping this place.

Selene’s fingers tightened against her dress, what kind of man lived like this?

The car finally came to a stop at the base of a wide staircase leading up to double doors carved from black wood.

The engine went silent.

“Miss,” the driver said, stepping out to open her door.

Selene hesitated. For a moment, she considered not moving at all. But then she remembered Kira.

Her jaw tightened and she stepped out.

The air felt colder here.As if even nature knew better than to soften anything around this place. She climbed the steps slowly, each one heavier than the last, until she reached the doors.

They opened before she could knock. A man in a dark suit stood there, his posture straight, his expression unreadable.

“Miss Wynne,” he said. “He’s expecting you.”

Of course he was.

Selene stepped inside.

The interior was just as imposing as the exterior; dark marble floors, high ceilings, minimal decoration.

It didn’t feel like a home in the slightest. She was led through a long hallway, her heels echoing softly with every step. The deeper they went, the quieter it became.

Until finally, they stopped. The man stepped aside, gesturing toward a large door at the end of the corridor.

“He’s inside.”

Selene’s pulse quickened as she stared at the door. She exhaled, reached for the handle and pushed the door open.

The room was dim, lit only by the faint gray light filtering through the tall windows behind the desk.

He stood there, his back turned. One hand resting on the edge of the desk, the other holding a glass of something amber.

Selene stepped inside slowly, the door clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed louder than it should have.

“You took your time.”

His voice was deep, just as it had been the night before. Then it came back to her again, his voice in her ear..

Selene’s breath hitched, squeezing her thighs together.

He turned to face her and for a second, everything in her mind went blank.

There he was, the man whose eyes had met her in the mirror with a smirk when she had clung to him for dear life. And he was even more dangerous than she remembered.

Rafael Alessio Santoro.

He was still very tall, broad shoulders with power radiating off him like heat from fire. Dark long hair slicked back, sharp jawline, eyes that held a cold intensity that made her stomach tighten.

His eyes roamed her body slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Selene Wynne,” he said, her name rolling off his tongue like he had already claimed it.

Her fingers curled slightly at her sides.

“You knew who I was,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

His lips curved faintly. “I always know who walks into my space.”

Her chest tightened.

“So last night…” she began, her voice faltering slightly. “You knew.”

He said nothing, his smirk and seductive gaze told her all she needed to know.

Selene swallowed. “You didn’t stop it.”

His gaze didn’t waver.

“Why would I?” He asled. “You walked in…” his eyes roamed her body again, “Naked. How do you say no to that?”

Silence stretched between them. She forced herself to speak again.

“My grandmother said you agreed to this… arrangement.”

“She called it that, did she?”

Selene’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t come here to play games,” she said. “If you agreed to this marriage, I need to know why.”

He set his glass down and covered the distance between them until he stood just a step away.

He was too close, far too close for what they had just shared last night.

Selene forced herself not to step back as he looked down at her.

She met his gaze. Hell, maybe she shouldn't have. There was something darker in his eyes, something more dangerous.

Her breath caught.

“You are here because you walked into my room last night… and you did not leave empty-handed.”

Heat rushed to her face.

“That was not intentional,” she snapped. “I was drunk. I didn’t even know where I was…”

“And yet,” he cut in smoothly, “you knew exactly what you wanted.”

The words hit harder than they should have. His eyes roamed down her body again, that glint that had been in his eyes the night before was there again.

Selene’s pulse spiked.

“That does not give you the right to….”

“It gives me interest.” he said.

Selene stared at him. “And what exactly does that mean?” she asked.

His gaze dropped briefly: to her lips, her neck, before returning to her eyes.

“It means,” he said slowly, “that I have no intention of letting this situation go to waste.”

Her stomach twisted.

“I am not a situation,” she said, her voice tightening.

“No,” he agreed. “You are an…itch I can't seem to get rid of.”

That was worse. What is wrong with this guy? Selene took a step back this time.

“You think you can just decide something like this?” she asked. “You don’t even know me.”

A faint smirk touched his lips as he covered the distance between them again, “Need I remind you about last night, princess? With all your requests and little….tremblings.. I think I know enough.”

She shook her head.

“This marriage is nothing more than an arrangement. I know shes owe8ng uph and that's why I am here. If we can come to an agreement and a way to repay her debt instead of this…”

He didn’t respond immediately.

“No.”

The single word landed heavier than anything else he had said.

Selene frowned. “No?” she repeated.

His gaze held hers. “There will be no ‘arrangements’ until my demands are met.”

A chill ran down her spine. He stepped closer again, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, close enough that escape felt like an illusion.

“I will make this simple for you,” he said.

His voice dropped lower. “I am not interested in a temporary arrangement.”

Selene’s breath slowed. Her body tensed instinctively.

“What are you interested in?” she asked carefully.

His eyes darkened. “I will f**k you, every day, every night, until you have my child.”

The words slammed into her like a physical force. Selene froze, her mind blanked completely.

“You can’t be serious,” she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I do not say things I do not mean.”

Her heart raced.

“This is insane,” she said again, louder now.

“That's the deal. Take it or leave it.”

“You don’t even know me. You can’t just decide to have a child with someone because of one night…”

Selene gasped, eyes wide open as her gaze flickered up to meet him in shock.

“Oh my..”

“Starting tonight, princess.”