All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S BURIED TWIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

17 Chapters

Chapter 1: How I Ended Up Here

Chapter 2: The Rules of the Cage

Elara didn't sleep.After the bathroom, after the way he'd looked at her like she'd crawled out of a grave, she'd been escorted to a guest room by a silent security guard. The door had locked behind her. She'd checked twice.The room was beautiful. Soft gray walls. A bed big enough for four people. Windows that looked out over a city that glittered like it was mocking her. She sat on the edge of the mattress and stared at the locked door until dawn bled through the curtains.No one came.She didn't have her phone. Her bag was still in the service hallway. Her roommate would be wondering where she was. Rent was due in three days now.None of that mattered anymore.She was trapped in a billionaire's penthouse because she had a birthmark that matched his dead wife's.The lock clicked.Elara stood up fast, heart slamming. The door opened and a woman stepped in. She is older and severe. Her hair pulled back so tight it stretched her face. She wore a dress that cost more than Elara's entire

Chapter 3: What He Paid For

The zipper slid down her spine like a whisper.Elara's hands were shaking. The blue dress—the one she'd worn to dinner with the Ashfords, pooled at her feet. She stood in Isabella's bedroom in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties that Mrs. Windsor had laid out that morning.She hadn't chosen them. She hadn't chosen anything since she walked into this penthouse.Behind her, she felt Alexander's eyes on her bare skin like a physical weight."Turn around."His voice was calm like he was inspecting a purchase.Elara turned.He stood a few feet away, still in his suit from dinner. His tie was loosened. His jacket was gone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with muscle and veins. He looked at her the way a collector looks at a painting he's just acquired.He owns me.The thought should have filled her with rage and it did. Somewhere deep down, buried under layers of exhaustion and confusion and the strange, shameful relief of being warm, fed and

Chapter 4: Lessons in Obedience

Elara woke to sunlight streaming through windows she didn't recognize.For a disoriented moment, she thought she was back in her cramped apartment, that the silk sheets were a dream, that the ache between her thighs was from a long shift scrubbing floors. Then she shifted, and her body reminded her. Everywhere. The tenderness. The faint soreness deep inside. The memory of his weight pressing her into the mattress.She sat up slowly. The room was beautiful. Cream walls. A chandelier. A dressing table covered in bottles and brushes that smelled like jasmine and money.She was sleeping in a dead woman's bed. Wearing a dead woman's life. And last night, she'd let a man who owned her use her body until she shattered beneath him.I should hate myself.She waited for the shame to arrive. It didn't. Instead, she felt... strange. Full. Like something hungry inside her had been fed for the first time in years. Not just the sex—though that had been unlike anything her body had ever known. It was

Chapter 5: The Public Wife

Elara lay in Isabella's bed, staring at the ceiling, Julian's words looping in her skull like a song she couldn't turn off.Ask Alexander what really happened the night she disappeared. And when he lies to you, come find me.Lie. He didn't say if he lies. He said when.And the way Julian had spoken about Isabella—like she was already a memory—meant he knew she was gone. Not just missing. Gone. And he knew Elara wasn't her.But he hadn't exposed her. He'd offered help.Don't trust the brother.Isabella's warning was burned into her mind. But Isabella had also written don't trust the husband. Which meant both brothers were dangerous. Both had secrets. And Elara was trapped between them with nothing but a dead woman's journal and a body that betrayed her every time Alexander touched it.She pressed her thighs together under the sheets. Even now, just thinking about what he'd done to her—what she'd let him do—made heat pool low in her belly.I'm getting wet remembering being used.The sha

Chapter 6: The Gilded Silence

After Alexander left, she lay in the tangled sheets, her body still humming from what he'd done to her. Twice. He'd taken her twice, and both times she'd shattered for him like she was made to be broken.I'm getting used to this.The thought should have horrified her. Instead, it settled into her bones like something inevitable. She was trapped in a gilded cage, wearing a dead woman's name, and the man who owned her was slowly becoming the only thing that made her feel alive.But beneath the exhaustion, beneath the shameful satisfaction still pulsing between her thighs, a colder thought surfaced.Viktor. The name from Isabella's journal. Trust no one but Viktor. The one person her dead sister had trusted in a house full of enemies.She didn't know who he was. She didn't know how to find him. And right now, wrapped in silk sheets with the scent of Alexander still on her skin, she wasn't sure she wanted to.I have food. I have warmth. I have a bed that doesn't smell like mold and someon

Chapter 7: Silk and Shadows

Elara woke to sunlight and the distant sound of a vacuum cleaner.For a long moment, she just lay there. The sheets were cool against her bare skin. The pillows smelled like lavender. Somewhere downstairs, someone was preparing breakfast she didn't have to cook, cleaning floors she didn't have to scrub.She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pleasant ache in her muscles. Alexander had been relentless last night. Twice against the door. Once in the bed. She'd lost count of how many times she'd shattered for him. Her body still hummed with the memory.Maybe being Isabella isn't the worst thing in the world.---Mrs. Windsor arrived at seven, as she did every morning. "Mr. Blackwood has arranged your fitting for the Ashford Gala. The car will be ready at ten."Elara sat up. "He's not coming?""Mr. Blackwood has meetings. You'll be accompanied by a security detail." Mrs. Windsor laid the garment bag across the foot of the bed. "Madam Celeste's atelier, in the fashion district

Chapter 8: The Only One Who Believed Me

The first thing she noticed was the weight.An arm draped across her waist. It was heavy and warm. The kind of weight that had been there for hours, not minutes. She opened her eyes to gray morning light and found herself pressed against Alexander's chest, her cheek on his bare shoulder, her legs tangled with his.He was still asleep.She'd never seen him sleep before. He was always the one leaving—rolling out of bed, pulling on his shirt, disappearing before she could catch her breath. But today, he was still here. His face was softer in sleep. The lines around his mouth had smoothed. The permanent tension in his jaw had gone slack.He stayed. Why?He had his own room his own bed. A master suite twice the size of this one, with sheets she'd never even seen. He didn't need to be here.Her movement must have stirred him. His eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, then sharpening as they landed on her face."You're staring.""I'm trying to figure out why you're in my bed."He shrugged,

Chapter 9: The Lines Between Us

The final fitting was scheduled for eleven. Alexander had insisted on attending."I want to see what I'm paying for," he'd said the night before, his hand resting on her hip, his voice lazy and possessive. She'd rolled her eyes, but her stomach had fluttered anyway.Now she stood on the pedestal in Madam Celeste's atelier, drowning in emerald silk, while Alexander watched from a velvet chaise in the corner. He hadn't looked at his phone once. His eyes tracked every movement Celeste made, every adjustment of fabric, every inch of skin exposed as the seamstress worked."You're staring," Elara said."I'm admiring, there's a difference.""Is there?""Staring is for strangers. I'm not a stranger." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Turn around, I want to see the back."She turned, her pulse quickening. The gown hugged her body like a glove, the off-shoulder neckline framing her collarbones, the mermaid silhouette flaring at her knees into a cascade of silk. She felt powerful, beautiful, l

Chapter 10: The Only One Who Knew Her

Mrs. Windsor led him to the library instead."Ma'am thought you'd prefer somewhere more private," she said. "She'll join you shortly."Viktor nodded and stepped inside. He didn't sit. He stood by the mantel, hands in his pockets, eyes on the door.When Elara walked in, he straightened immediately."Isabella."He said the name like a man who'd been holding his breath for six months and was finally allowed to exhale. His shoulders dropped. His face softened. He crossed the room in three long strides, and before Elara could react, he'd pulled her into a rough embrace."You're alive." His voice was muffled against her hair. "God, you're actually alive. I didn't believe it. When I heard you were back, I thought it was a rumor, a trick but you're here."She let herself be held. What else could she do? This man had loved Isabella maybe not the way Alexander did, but enough. Enough to hold her like she was the only solid thing in a world that had gone to pieces.He pulled back, his hands on h

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