Sydney As soon as I entered the room there was no one but the luxurious taste of Sebastian's mansion screams that with this money it set anyone's life who is as poor as I am. There was a watch on the center table of the room. And I only thought of one thing if I can steal once I can steal it twice as well. But as I take a closer look at the watch I felt adrenaline rushing through my veins. My heartbeat got fucking out of control.It was the same watch that I stole from him but now reality hit me like a heavy break on my head. I should not have stolen from him. If this watch is here and I am still standing here it means they knew I was the one who stole it.Fucking holy molly I have to run from here screw up this job if it costs me my life. I start taking steps backward in a panic that I did not know someone else already entered the room "Sit down young lady."I got terrified by the voice and turn back to look who he is. And after looking at him I felt I lost all my worries.That man i
SYDNEYBefore I could utter another word, Roger abruptly interrupted me with a dismissive tone. "I know what kind of sexual escapades you've had, Sydney, and trust me, I don't care." His words caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless.I stammered, struggling to compose myself. "Oh... okay... but this woman, she's pregnant. So, am I supposed to tell your son that I'm this woman? Besides, I'm pretty sure she doesn't look anything like me." I couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of the situation. It seemed almost comical, in a twisted way.With a smug smile on his face, Roger responded, seemingly amused by my reaction. "Oh, you might want to see the pictures of that side woman before you argue any further." He handed me a file, and as I suspiciously looked down at it, my heart raced with anticipation. I turned the pages, and there they were—pictures of a woman named Natalia, meticulously stapled onto the pages.My breath caught in my throat as I gasped, my eyes
SEBASTIANI gasped when I saw Natalya standing in front of me, her figure blurred by the tears welling up in my eyes. The sight of her sent shockwaves through my entire being, and I struggled to comprehend the reality before me. It was as if my mind had conjured an impossible dream, only to have it materialize before my very eyes.Tears streamed down my face, cascading like raindrops as I reached out, hesitant yet desperate, to embrace Natalya. The moment our bodies collided, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions flooding through me. The beating of her heart against my chest served as a rhythmic confirmation that this was no illusion, no figment of my imagination. She was here, right in front of me, flesh and blood."You're here. You're really here, Natalia," I managed to utter, my voice breaking with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy. Every syllable seemed to carry the weight of all the longing, the pain, and the hope that had consumed me during the time we were apart.And th
SYDNEYMy heart felt heavy as I lay entangled with Sebastian in the dimly lit room. He held me captive with his arms wrapped tightly around me, refusing to let me go. I felt a mix of emotions, comfort, and despair intertwined.The weight of my actions weighed heavily on my conscience. I had pretended to be Natalia for Sebastian's sake and for the money, and because his father Roger threatened me with my life, and even though I knew those tender words -"I Love You", were not meant for me, I had uttered them in response. Now, here we were, sharing the same bed, our bodies intertwined, and I allowed him to hold me, to keep me pressed against him.As the night wore on, my mind raced with thoughts of escape. I yearned to return to my home, my drunk father, and my younger siblings. There was so much I needed to tell them, especially about the job I had landed—a job that required me to assume another person's identity. It was a twisted and complicated situation, one that left me torn between
SYDNEY I've been desperately searching for a fleeting moment, a precious sliver of time when Sebastian would finally release his grip on me. I yearned for that elusive window of opportunity, the chance to escape, if only for a little while, and return to the warm embrace of my family. Thoughts of my brother Jacob and my little sister Jenny consumed me with worry, their images etched vividly in my mind.Jacob, just eleven years old, possessed a resilient spirit that allowed him to navigate the treacherous currents of life with a certain level of self-sufficiency. But Jenny, my precious five-year-old sister, was a different story. Without my reassuring presence by her side, she was prone to unleashing a storm of tantrums, her tears cascading like raindrops on a lonely windowpane. It burdened my heart to think of the hardship Jacob would face, attempting to pacify her fragile emotions without the solace of my gentle voice and soothing touch.As I weaved through the labyrinthine corridor
SYDNEYI hardly made it through the night while working as a waitress in this dimly lit, dingy bar. The air was thick with smoke, and the raucous laughter of drunken patrons filled the room. The mere thought of crossing paths with one of the menacing men my father had borrowed money from sent shivers down my spine. These were dangerous individuals, capable of unthinkable acts. If I failed to repay my father's debts, I knew they wouldn't hesitate to drag me into their sordid affairs.Exhausted and on edge, I let out a heavy sigh of relief as I finally made my way to the cramped changing room. The flickering fluorescent lights provided little solace as I hastily discarded my stained uniform and slipped into more comfortable attire. The fluorescent glow accentuated the weariness etched on my face, the lines of fatigue that seemed to deepen with each passing night.As I bid farewell to the other girls who shared this grueling shift with me, their tired smiles mirrored my own weariness. We
SYDNEYI tiptoed my way out of my house, careful not to make a sound that could awaken my sleeping siblings. The morning sun had just begun to cast its golden glow upon the world, and I longed to escape the suffocating atmosphere that lingered within those walls. As I stepped outside, the heavy wooden door creaked slightly, echoing through the quiet morning air.Father, with his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes, sat slouched on the porch, nursing the aftermath of another night of excessive drinking. His gaze shifted towards me, but it seemed as though the world had turned upside down for him as he looked at me from his inverted position. The disdain in his eyes was palpable, and he couldn't resist unleashing his bitter tongue."Where are you going at so early in the morning, dressing up like a bitch that you are?" he spat, the venom in his words seeping into the already tainted air. It was a harsh reminder of the man he used to be, the man who once loved me more than anything
SYDNEYI felt so tired now, my energy levels depleting rapidly, but how do I tell him? As I looked at his face, I saw a beaming smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He was so happy to show me what he owned and to share such an important part of his life. I couldn't bear to dampen his spirits."Let's go to the hotel," he said, his voice filled with eagerness. "I want you to have some rest before seeing the main and last resort of this land."Did he just read my mind? Well, it's better than showing my exhaustion and not being able to give his prized possessions my full attention. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I nodded in agreement.We settled into his luxurious Mercedes S class, the epitome of sophistication and comfort. Its spacious and elegant interior made the ride feel incredibly relaxed. The smooth purr of the engine seemed to lull my tired mind, momentarily easing the weariness from my body.Soon enough, we reached our hotel, it's exterior as beautiful as I had imagi
NATALIASitting there with Romeo, just shooting the breeze, out of nowhere, this crazy pain hit me like a freight train. Water everywhere – turns out my water broke, and I wasn't supposed to pop until next week. Talk about the unexpected, right? Now, our pack's got this rule about having to pop out your pups right here on our turf. No escaping that one. So, here I am, dealing with this delivery agony a week ahead of schedule. Romeo's flipping out, screaming for help. Pack folks start swarming in like bees, all wide-eyed and worried. Picture this: me, in the middle of a makeshift delivery room surrounded by anxious wolves. Pain's getting wild like some primal force taking over. Romeo's there, clueless as ever, and I'm just pushing through the chaos. Let me tell you, delivering twins is no joke. Contractions hit like a sledgehammer, each one dragging on for what feels like forever. The pack's trying to help, but they can't take away the grind of it all. It's a full-on battle, not just p
SYDNEYMy fingers danced nervously over the phone's keypad as I dialed Romeo's number. The urgency in my chest fueled the anxiety in my voice when he finally picked up."Romeo, it's Sydney," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I need your advice. Should I head to Natalia's now? Something just doesn't feel right, like there's an eerie cloud hanging over her due date."There was a pause on the other end, and then he asked, "What's going on?"It's hard to explain," I began, struggling to find the right words. "It's like there's something malevolent inside her, something beyond the ordinary. I can't shake this feeling that the child she's carrying isn't just a bundle of joy. It's like there's a darkness, and it's threatening both her and the baby."I could almost hear Romeo furrowing his brow on the other end. "Darkness? What do you mean?"I mean, it's as if there's an evil presence in her womb," I confessed, my voice dropping to a hushed tone. "And I'm afraid that once that chi
ELVINAAlone in the dimly lit chamber, the oppressive weight of my actions hangs in the air, suffocating me like a dense fog. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the intricately carved runes etched into the cold stone floor, each symbol a testament to the forbidden path I've tread. Natalia lies motionless on the altar, her presence a fragile vessel for the soul I sought to resurrect. As the cold reality settles in, doubt snakes through my mind like a relentless serpent. The initial madness that drove me to perform the forbidden ritual now morphs into a gnawing unease. Regret, thick and palpable, permeates the atmosphere, saturating the very air I breathe. What was once a desperate bid to bring back my sister now feels like a pact with shadows and echoes. A solitary tear traces a path down my cheek, its journey mirroring the torment within. Natalia, vulnerable and unconscious, is now the unwitting conduit for a force beyond her understanding. The chamber, once filled with th
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
NATALIAMy heart raced like the staccato beat of distant drums as I approached Romeo, the flickering candlelight in the dimly lit room casting shadows on my face. The air crackled with the anticipation of finally meeting my twin sister, Dahlia— a reunion I had yearned for since the moment I discovered her existence. "Romeo," I began, my voice a delicate symphony tinged with excitement, "have you managed to reach Sebastian? I can't bear the agonizing wait any longer—I need to see Dahlia."Romeo's eyes, a canvas of uncertainty, met mine as he shook his head, "I haven't been able to get in touch with him yet, Natalia."A surge of frustration tightened its grip on my chest, like a vine constricting around my heart. I knew all too well the significance of Sebastian's elusive approval, especially in light of the unique bond he shared with Dahlia. "This is unbearable," I sighed, my impatience echoing in the hushed room. The scent of aged parchment and ancient secrets hung in the air, underscor
NATALIAAs the soft pads of my fingertips caressed the gentle curve of my burgeoning belly, I found solace in the quietude of the moment. The room was hushed, and the only symphony that mattered played within the confines of my body—the rhythmic ballet of life unfolding. A tender smile graced my lips, a testament to the profound connection I felt with the two tiny souls growing beneath my touch.Their kicks, playful and spirited, transformed my womb into a lively arena. Each flutter echoed the promise of an impending joy, and as their tiny feet danced beneath my skin, laughter escaped me—an involuntary melody in response to the enchanting rhythm of life within. It was as if my body had become a sanctuary, a haven where the language of kicks and twirls spoke volumes.Overwhelmed by the sheer magic of it all, tears welled up, glistening like dewdrops on the petals of a delicate flower. These were tears of joy, a manifestation of the profound emotion that coursed through me—a blend of grat
NATALIASo, picture this: I'm casually strolling through the garden vibes early in the morning, right? The sun's doing its thing, making the whole place light up like a chill paradise. The flowers are showing off their colors, and I swear, even the birds are in on this morning's party. Sarah, my partner in crime, joins me on this nature expedition. We're just soaking in the good vibes, you know? The air is all fresh and crisp, and there's this subtle aroma of blooming flowers, like nature's own perfume. As we mosey along, Sarah throws in some real talk and grabs my hand like we're in a cheesy movie. "Natalia," she says, "I'm seriously so pumped for you and those soon-to-be little adventurers." Her grin matches the sunshine, and I'm just standing there, feeling like life is hitting the perfect notes. Our garden hangout is like our secret spot. The flowers are like our cheering squad, and the whole scene feels like a happy conspiracy. At that moment, I was just overwhelmed with gratitud
NATALIA My body's like this bloated spaceship carrying two tiny passengers, and we're six months into this twin adventure. Let me tell you, it's a marathon of discomfort. Every step feels like I'm lugging around a ton of bricks – a constant reminder of the two little miracles growing inside me. Now, nights used to be my chill zone, but oh boy, that's changed. I'm haunted by these crazy nightmares like there's some evil plot unfolding in my belly. Mornings roll around, and instead of shaking off the bad dreams, they stick around like unwanted guests. The kicks and flutters? Yeah, they used to be cute, but now they're like tiny reminders of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's not just the physical strain; it's like I'm emotionally unraveling too. You'd think expecting twins would be all rainbows and butterflies, but there's this weird sense of doom hanging over everything. It's like there's this intangible darkness camping out inside me, and I'm starting to doubt if this is