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A night with the wrong twins

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1295    |    Released on: 30/10/2026

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ving me completely exhausted before the day had even started. I groaned, dragged myself out of bed, and forced my body through the

my thoughts circled endlessly. How could one reckless night escalate into this mess? Wilson wouldn't leave me alone, and W

g accounting and litigation services. We took on high-profile cases for major clients. I had earned my recent promotion to se

the elevator up in irritated silence. I dropped into my chair, tossed the phone onto the desk, and ran a hand throug

el

just

hiver down my spine. I froze

hile my thoughts raced. "Ho

just wanted to apologize for last night. My

ed," I b

n he said something that cau

oice grew softer, almost intimate, as if the co

nd closed. Heat c

r Morrison," he continued seriously

my chest. Wilson was obviously obsessed with me, and now William was getting under my skin in exac

somehow I could shake off Wilson while finding a r

a knock at my door. I looked up from a stack of files, p

polite smile. "Good morning, Ms. Morrison. Mr

, already dreading anot

ed. "He di

glasses, and stood. "A

he hall and knocked o

" his voi

eat news," Mr. Bendel said at the same moment. The s

erested. Bendel only smiled like

t is

been acquired,

at the thought of layoffs and

eaned forward. "A

ew owners made that clear." He wave

ho bought us? This firm is worth around nine

this morning. We had a board meeting w

nvited to," I rem

t was very short notice. We wer

y. That was more than double what the firm w

l start soon. I want you to mee

my chair. "Of cou

endel's gaze lifted to something behi

onto my face. The door opened. Two pairs of footsteps en

lson wore a delighted smirk. William wat

ates brothers. Our new CEO

en Wilson stepped forward, h

smooth and full of satisfactio

ession remained harder to read, but his eyes fixed on mi

tood frozen between them, both hands hovering in front of me, with absolutely nowh

eir hands one after the other. Wilson's grip lingered a little longer. William's touch f

ssional setting," I said, keeping my v

nal setting. Sure. After last nigh

ck to me. "We look forward to working closely with you,

s. "Excellent. I'll leave the three of you to get acqua

m. Suddenly the spacious

ms crossed, looking extremely plea

at here," I said

us thickened. "We should talk. In priv

dangerous it had become to get close to either of them. Wilson refused to

exchange of looks between his brother and me. "Th

the twin who wouldn't let me go, and my career was suddenly i

g that the real complicatio

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A night with the wrong twins
A night with the wrong twins
“Seven years ago, nineteen-year-old Jennifer Morrison was pulled from the freezing Chicago River by a stranger named William, who vanished into the night. All she kept was his face and the memory of a dark mark on his shoulder. Obsessed with finding him, Jennifer searches for seven years. At a Gates Holdings charity gala, she meets Wilson Gates, the identical twin of William. Believing he is her savior, she pours out her gratitude. Wilson, who knows his brother has searched for her too, stays silent, craving the feeling of being chosen. They spend the night together. By morning, Jennifer notices the mark is missing and realizes she slept with the wrong twin. Jennifer cuts Wilson off, but he introduces her as his girlfriend at a family dinner, where William feels an inexplicable pull toward her. Then her law firm is acquired by Gates Holdings, making the twins her bosses. To end the gossip, Jennifer agrees to spend time with each brother separately. William becomes her peace; Wilson, her passion. Eventually she agrees to see both openly. Meanwhile, her best friend Natalie, drowning in debt, grows jealous. Recruited by a rival corporation, she leaks confidential documents during a forgery scandal threatening Gates Holdings, then becomes obsessed with Wilson. She drugs him at the gala, records his drunken confession, and stages a scene Jennifer walks in on. Heartbroken, Jennifer confides in William, who learns of Wilson's deception and fights him. After the company is cleared, Jennifer finds a newspaper clipping revealing her rescuer suffered a back injury, not a mole. Wilson admits he cannot swim and was never in Chicago that night, taking full responsibility. Shaken, she begins questioning everything she has believed for the past seven years. Jennifer must now discover who truly saved her, and whom her heart truly chooses.”