Love Unbreakable
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
The CEO's Runaway Wife
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Love After Divorce
After having nearly read all eight of their grandmother's novels about the Town, a place that may or not be fictional for they are yet to discover it from their grandmother, Valerie and Violet still had too many questions in their minds.
The third book spoke of their grandmother's story, of the beginning of her childhood in a place and society built hundreds of feet belowground centuries and centuries ago. It spoke of interesting characters
and stories that caused the twins hungering for more answers.
"Gramp is not your cousin, is he?" Valerie asked for the nth time. "Because that would be weird. I don't care if the Town lives in a Victorian or Edwardian or whatever era it is, but if my calculation is right, you and gramp got together in year 2028 or so. That is no ancient time, gram. And correct me if I am wrong, marrying your cousin can be considered incest then, even now, in most parts of the world."
"Unless the Town is really real," Violet interjected, looking at their grandmother for clues. "Unless it is real and you guys really did follow a different societal norm."
"It is still bothersome to think about, Vee," Valerie murmured.
Their grandmother simply chuckled.
Violet groaned. "Why don't you just tell us everything? We came all the way here to-"
"I am hurt, dears," their grandmother said, hands on her chest, "that you came not to be with your grandparents but to satisfy your curiosities."
The twins shared a pained look. "We do miss you both, of course," Valerie said in haste, "but we are also immensely, irrevocably curious."
"Your grandfather and I had a somewhat different sort of story, dears," Fiona Trilby said. "It was complicated at best, but it was utterly rewarding in the end. You can ask him about how we started if you truly wish to know the details, but I am telling you that your gramp is no storyteller."
They grumbled. Their grandfather was not someone who would mince words. He'd simply take the fun out of the story to get it done, possibly in one sentence if he could manage it. Their grandmother may
be playing with them by delaying the tale, but they both knew the woman would be the best source.
"Fine," Violet said, giving up. She held up her hands in surrender. "We will wait until you can't wait to tell us your story."
"I just can't get it why mom never told us," Valerie said with a frown. "Does she know?"
"Of course," the old woman replied.