LOGINDamien’s POV I finally looked up from my phone, my eyes landing on the girl sitting on my bed like she actually belonged there. Rachel — or whatever the hell her name was. She wasn’t my type. Not even close. Her makeup was caked on too thick, her perfume was overly sweet and cloying, and the way she kept shifting her legs, trying to show off her thighs, did absolutely nothing for me. It felt forced. Fake. Ooh geez, what does she want now? My subconscious immediately shot back: You were the one who invited her here, dumbass. “Shut up,” I muttered under my breath, quickly shutting that voice down. I didn’t need a lecture from my own head right now. Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, clearly growing impatient. “So… are we going to do something or what? I didn’t come all the way here just to watch you stare at your phone the whole time.” I shrugged, leaning back in my chair with deliberate boredom painted across my face. “Let’s just say I’m no longer in the mood like I was when
Lila’s POV I stood at the bottom of the stairs, fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. The sound of their footsteps ascending together echoed in my ears like a cruel taunt. Damien’s hand holding hers. Her smug little laugh floating down. The image of them disappearing into his room burned itself into my mind, fueling a fire I couldn’t extinguish. “Arghhhhhhhhh!” I screamed furiously once they were out of sight, my voice cracking with raw frustration. I grabbed the nearest cushion from the couch and hurled it across the living room. It hit the wall with a dull thud, completely unsatisfying. My chest heaved as I paced back and forth, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Heat crawled up my neck and spread across my face. Jealousy — ugly, vicious jealousy — twisted like a knife in my stomach. I couldn’t stop the vivid, unwanted pictures flooding my brain. Are they kissing right now? Is he touching her? Is she on her knees for him? Is he enjoying the way sh
Lila’s POVIt was around 6 in the evening, I was still in the kitchen trying to keep myself a little calm with a glass of cold water, desperately hoping that I'll forget about the events at school. But this is when I saw her through the window — Rachel, walking confidently into our compound like she owned the place. My stomach twisted instantly. She didn’t even bother knocking. She just pushed the front door open and stepped inside like it was her second home. I slammed the glass down on the counter and marched into the living room, hands planted firmly on my hips. “What the hell are you doing here?” Rachel turned to me with a sickly sweet smile that made my blood boil. “What I’m doing here is absolutely none of your business, Lila. So do me a favor and stay out of it.” She tried to walk past me like I was invisible, but I was faster. I grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her back, my grip firm enough to make her stumble. “Listen to me, Rachel,” I hissed, my voice dripping with
Lila’s POV "Damien, stop!” I breathed out, my voice shaky as he kept advancing. My back was already pressed against the cold wall, but he didn’t stop. “You just said you moved on from me. So what the hell are you doing now?” My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest. The hallway suddenly felt too narrow, too intimate. Damien’s presence filled every inch of space around me, his tall frame towering over mine. He smirked, eyes dark with satisfaction. “I said that just to see your reaction. And I got exactly what I wanted. You’re jealous, Lila. You do love me, sis.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please… just step back.” But Damien did the exact opposite. He placed both hands on the wall beside my head, completely caging me in. His body heat radiated against mine, so close I could feel the warmth of his chest. His hot breath fanned across my face, carrying the faint minty scent of his toothpaste. M
Lila’s POV I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the soft cushions suddenly feeling like they were burning against the backs of my thighs. My heart was pounding so violently I could hear it echoing in my ears. Damien’s confession hung heavy in the air between us, thick and suffocating. Every word he had spoken still rang in my head — You’re the girl I want to fuck. I couldn’t tell him the truth. I couldn’t let him see how badly I was crumbling inside. My fingers twisted together tightly in my lap until my knuckles turned white. I bit down hard on my lower lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood. “No,” I whispered, the lie scraping against my throat like broken glass. “I don’t have feelings for you. Why would I? You’re my brother. My twin brother. It’s wrong, Damien. Whatever you’re feeling… you have to get rid of it. Please. Just wipe it away.” I couldn’t look at him. If I met his eyes, I knew I would break. Instead, I pushed myself up from the couch on shaky legs, my kne
Lila’s POV“Ugh, fine,” I sighed, crossing my arms as we stepped inside the house. The cool air from the AC brushed against my skin, doing little to calm the nervous flutter in my stomach. “Let’s play truth or dare. What are the rules?”Damien’s face lit up with clear enthusiasm, his eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous spark. “That’s more like it. We should play inside where it’s comfortable.” He led the way into the living room, and I followed, my heart already beating faster than it should.He dropped onto the couch and patted the spot beside him. Once I sat down—keeping a careful distance—he laid out the rules with a casual shrug. “Simple. You have to complete every dare. If you refuse, you pay a fine of three hundred dollars.”“What?!” I yelped, sitting up straighter. I knew it. He was up to something. Three hundred dollars was way more than I could easily cough up, and he knew exactly how tight my allowance was.Damien laughed softly, holding up his hands. “Relax. It’s n
Damien’s POVI grabbed Rachel’s wrist and pulled her hand away, glaring at her hard. I shouldn’t have kissed her back earlier. I only did it because I thought it might help scrub my sister from my mind. But seeing Lila standing right here in front of me, cheeks flushed and eyes blazing, made me wa
Damien’s POVThe party was dying down, but the cool night air still carried the faint thump of bass from inside the frat house. Fairy lights strung across the backyard cast a soft glow over everything. I spotted Lila right away—my twin sister, standing close to Ethan as he leaned in and kissed her
Lila’s POV“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Drive safe and have an amazing trip!” I called out, waving enthusiastically from the front porch as the car engine hummed to life.Mom leaned out the window one last time, her expression stern but affectionate. “You two behave yourselves, okay? I don’t want any calls
Lila’s POVI stormed into our apartment, still fuming from the night before. The door slammed harder than I intended. Damien was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, that familiar cocky grin already spreading across his face the moment he looked up at me.“Someone doesn’t look too ha







