Trapped Between Twins

I could not help but wonder what Kayden's obsession with me had to do with me. After all, I did not even know he existed.

Meanwhile, those viewers only cared about whether the forbidden brother dynamic was exciting enough, and whether the drama was intense enough.

As for my will and whether I lived or died? I was nothing but a stepping stone for the climax of their story.

Watching the man beside me sleep while still holding me tightly, my initial fear and panic gradually settled. What replaced it was a bone-deep coldness and a do-or-die determination.

I was the victim, a complete and utter victim who had been deceived, forced, and treated like an object.

I was going to survive, and I was going to make those two men who thought they could control everything and treated me like a plaything pay the price!

Kayden's possessiveness toward me had reached a suffocating level. He wanted to keep me locked by his side all the time.

When I sat in the study reading, he would appear behind me without a sound, bracing his arms on either side of the desk and trapping me between himself and the table, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"Darling, is the book more interesting than me?"

However, his fingers would restlessly slide down along my collarbone.

I would pretend to be annoyed and slap his hand away, using 'punishment' as my shield to maintain a hot-and-cold attitude.

"Trevor, you've changed so much lately. You're not as intense as you used to be."

I deliberately said things to provoke him, watching his reactions.

A flash of darkness crossed his eyes, but he quickly covered it up. He started trying even harder, using every method to tease me.

I sneered inwardly, but on the outside, I played along, showing either shyness or enjoyment. Every time I responded, it came with a near self-destructive clarity and cold calculation.

During every intimate contact, I tried to leave traces, make recordings, and even discreetly collect his hair and skin cells.

The pop-ups occasionally flashed information about internal struggles within the Blackwell Group, weaknesses in their cash flow, and even Kayden's underground operations and certain secret locations.

I memorized everything.

I became the most patient hunter, sharpening my claws and fangs in my prey's embrace.

Finally, the comments exploded into an unprecedented frenzy.

[Warning, incoming peak moment! The male lead, the real Trevor, is back!]

[Holy crap! The ultimate confrontation scene is coming, caught in the act! Kayden is still naked! They're going to be caught red-handed!]

[Jasmine's turning point is here! Let's go! The disposable character is about to complete her mission!]

[Oh my! The brothers are finally meeting! Bring on the love-hate and reconciliation arc! As for Jasmine? Her exit is her blessing!]

I watched the comments without showing a single emotion.

I clearly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock from downstairs. Next came the sound of luggage wheels rolling across the floor.

A deeply familiar voice, heavy with exhaustion and longing, called out for me.

"Jasmine, darling, I'm home!"

I struggled free from Kayden's embrace. He frowned, mumbling something groggily, his arms instinctively reaching to pull me back.

I scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to fix the silk nightgown that Kayden had disheveled, deliberately leaving the suggestive marks on my neck exposed.

Barefoot, I stumbled out of the bedroom and rushed toward the staircase.

Trevor looked travel-worn, with dark circles heavy under his eyes and his suit wrinkled. It was obvious that he had rushed home straight from the airport.

He opened his arms, his face filled with the joy of reunion and deep love.

"Darling, I missed you so much. What happened to your..."

I stared straight at his face, my expression turning deathly pale, my body trembling uncontrollably as if I had seen something incomprehensible and terrifying.

My voice came out shrill and sharp as I shouted, "Who are you? Why do you look exactly like my husband?!"

I whipped my head around toward the bedroom, crying out with every ounce of strength.

"Honey, come out quick! There's a man who looks just like you in our house!"