I could barely sleep. My fingers shook as I spent hours searching for “Drego Knight,” but it was like he had vanished. No social media posts, no news articles — nothing recent at all. Just a few old photos… and then, silence. It felt like he’d never been here at all.

But those images? The resemblance was chilling.

Two perfect faces. One Ice, one fire.

And now, I have no idea which one I am married to.

–––

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen in my silk robe, hoping for a cup of coffee and some quiet. Instead, I found David — shirtless, standing at the counter like a Greek god who owned time itself.

He was backing me, muscles flexing as he stirred something in a silver teapot.

“Good you’re awake, I’m making coffee for both of us” he started.

“I don’t remember signing up for a personal chef,” I responded, crossing my arms.

He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. But that smirk? It felt almost… playful.

“You looked like you needed something to make you feel better. Figured you didn’t sleep well, Wify?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Did you send me that message last night?”

His smile faded. “What message?”

I hesitated. “Forget it.”

He stepped closer, holding out a mug. Our fingers brushed as I took it — it was warm. I looked up at him, his scent was sharp, expensive, and undeniably masculine.

“Elena,” he said quietly, his voice lower than usual, “I don’t play games with people’s heads. You should know that. What message are you referring to?”

“None that you should bother your busy self with,” I said instantly, taking a sip of the coffee.

He gazed at me, shook his head, and walked away.

–––

Later that day, while brushing my hair in the guest bathroom, I caught something out of the corner of my eye.

A shadow in the mirror. Behind me, watching me.

I spun around and saw nothing. The room was empty.

My heart raced, and I had instant goosebumps. I felt like I was being watched. David wasn’t at home, he had gone for a business meeting. I was alone in this mansion and it felt scary.

I walked to the sitting room and curled up on the huge leather couch with a blanket as I turned on the TV to distract myself. That’s when the elevator dinged.

My blood ran cold. I hadn’t heard it open since David left.

Footsteps echoed down the entrance, not creepy or sneaky, but more confident, relaxed. Like someone who already belonged here.

“Elena,” a voice called out — the same tone, the same baritone voice but deeper.

I got up slowly. “David!” I called out as I opened the door

He stepped into view. Same face, same body, but this wasn’t David.

This man wore a black hoodie and sweatpants, with a cute grin. His stubble was well-carved like he had just stepped out from a male saloon. His hair was wavy like some beach waves which suited his beautiful face, his dentition was perfect, his eyes sexy and alluring, and his smell— slightly woody, musky, and fruity.

“You’re not David,” I whispered.

He grinned wider. “No, darling. I’m the twin your husband probably didn’t tell you about.”

“Oh! I didn’t know David had a twin,” I lied “Is he aware you’re coming? I said backing up as he approached me.

“Now you know.” He said, prowling around the room like a wolf eyeing its prey.

“I didn’t inform him of my coming, I heard my dear brother bought himself a little wife. And not just any wife…” He paused, his eyes roaming over me. “You! So I thought I should come take a look.”

My breath caught. “What do you want?”

He paused, glanced at me, and tilted his head.

“I want to know what my brother sees in you. He doesn’t love, he controls, he conquers. But you?” He smirked. “You’ve got his name on your finger, and yet… your eyes say you don’t belong to anyone.”

I lifted my chin. “I think you need to leave, I don’t welcome you, I'm sorry. You can come back when your twin is home.”

“I go where I want, when I want” Drego’s voice darkened. “And I protect what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours,” I shot back.

He chuckled. “Maybe not yet. You belong to my brother, that means you belong to me as well.”

I rolled my eyes at him, with a disdainful look. There’s this thing I do with my eyes, that sometimes I don’t need to spill it out to you, but my eyes speak a thousand words untold. My best friend once said it can pass as a talent.

“You’re feisty and I love it,” he beamed and winked at me.

Suddenly, footsteps thundered behind us as the door clicked open.

David.

His coat still on, his face unreadable. But the tension in the air thickened the moment he set his eyes on Drego.

“What the hell are you doing here?” David’s voice was sharp as ice.

Drego turned slowly, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Just saying hi to your little bride.”

“This isn’t your playground, Drego. Back off!”

For a moment, the twins locked eyes. They had the same face, but their eyes? They were anything but identical.

One looked like fire, the other like ice—ready to explode at any second.

Drego finally turned his gaze and lingered it on me, scanning me from head to toe. Then he smirked again. “See you around, wify”

And with that, he left hurriedly.

As soon as the door slammed shut, David turned to me, his expression tense.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, voice sharp.

“No.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Just enough to freak me out.”

He stepped closer, his tough exterior cracking just a bit. “He’s dangerous, he shouldn’t be here. I’ll get you some security”

“Why didn’t you mention you had a twin?”

His jaw tightened. “Because he doesn’t exist in my life anymore.”

“Clearly, he does,” I shot back. “And now I’m caught up in whatever mess you two have going on.”

David let out a slow breath. “He’ll be back. But next time, don’t engage with him, don’t even open the doors”

My heart raced. “He mentioned he protects what’s his.”

David’s eyes darkened at that. “What and who does he say is his? Was he referring to you?”

I nodded.

Then, to my surprise, he moved closer. Wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear:

“Then maybe it’s time you really become mine.”

It began with his hand on my back. Just a small touch. But my body acted as if it had been waiting, starving.

I had hardly stepped out of the shower, dressed only in a silk robe, my nipples piercing hard like it had plans to burst my dress open. I turned and David stood behind me in my room. His gaze fixed on me, dark, unreadable, and passionate.

"Cold?" he asked quietly, his voice rough.

I nodded. But I wasn't only cold; I was terribly horny. I recalled I told David no intimacy, no touching, but how could that be possible seeing him almost naked. Apart from the little boxers he wore on his waist, and a sparkly white singlet that clung to his abs like a second skin, he had nothing else on.

His fingers brushed against my spine, slowly and carefully, causing tremors deep within me.

"You shouldn't walk around in that," he said softly, his breath brushing my ear.

"Why?" I challenged quietly. "Afraid your little contract wife might make you lose control?"

He turned around with ease, placing one hand on my waist. Our gazes locked. I felt something shift in him as he leaned in and kissed me without saying another word.

The kiss wasn't careful but raw, intense, and deep. Full of what felt like ownership. I melted into it, my fingers gripping his singlet and pressing my body against him while he gently pushed me against the wall. I felt like I should enter into his skin, gosh he smelled so edible.

His hands moved over my thighs, hips, and waist, claiming territory as I moaned softly into his mouth.

I could have easily said no, refused him, and walked away but I hadn’t been touched in two years. Not since my last heartbreak with Ray. The breakup made me celibate, and now, all the longing I had buried came flooding out like a tidal wave.

His lips moved down my neck as my robe slid off one shoulder. My skin trembled and my breath caught. I didn’t realize how badly I had starved my body and how it craved to be touched until now. In between my legs were already dripping wet ready to be devoured as he grabbed and caressed my titties.

I was ready, pulling him in. But suddenly he stopped. Just like that. His breathing was heavy, his body tensed, but he drew back as if someone had slammed the brakes on his desire.

"David?" I whispered, puzzled, aroused, and disappointed all at once. He turned away and paced the room like a man on edge.

"We need to stop."

"Why?"

“I shouldn’t have even started this,” he mumbled. “Because I can’t finish it.”

I blinked hard. "What do you mean?"

He rubbed a palm across his face, avoiding my gaze. He tried to walk away but I followed and pulled his hands.

“Do you intend to leave me by myself like this?” I asked frowning.

He looked at me "I have been on medications. For anxiety. My doctor gave me something new a few months ago. Which messed with my body.”

I froze. Then he shouted it—raw and uncensored. "Elena, I can't get hard. Not with this crap in my system, it has been hell."

Silence filled the room. Not awkward, just heavy. I refrained from passing judgment on him, I wasn’t particularly angry, just disappointed.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Is it something to parade about? Besides, I only met you 2 weeks ago” he said quietly. "This was supposed to be just business, remember?"

I folded my arms, feeling vulnerable in more ways than one. My clit was still vibrating, my nipples hard and my body felt hot. Why did he have to get me here before saying all this, I thought.

David stared at me. “I didn't mean to,” he said like he had just read my thoughts out loud. The pain in his voice was real. This wasn’t just about sex — it was about humiliation, control, self-esteem, and the cracks in his perfect armor.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he added after a long pause. “A Business trip for three days in Chicago. You'll have the place to yourself. I will get you a maid and a personal guard.”

I nodded slowly. Three days without him, it’ll take my body three days to calm down. I will be fine, after all I have stayed without sex for 2 years so it wasn’t new.

–––

The penthouse was too quiet the next morning. David was gone. And me, I had showered, eaten, and put on my best perfume. I sat on my dressing mirror applying makeup like I had somewhere to go. I just had this instant urge to look beautiful.

A part of me was still grieving from last night, as I tried hard not to reflect on his wet tongue on my neck, on my skin.

That's when the elevator chimed. I kept quiet, thinking it was the guard David had earlier mentioned who would come in today, but when I got up and opened the door I saw him.

Drego.

The same face, same body. But wilder. Untamed, his hoodie was unzipped, hair messier, smile cocky as ever.

“Don’t panic,” he said, hands raised. "Not here to fight or cause trouble I promise."

I stood at the doorway with one brow arched. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I will be out soon. I’m a bit stressed you know, I just need to shower and take a little nap and I’ll be out of your face in no time," he explained. "I also thought you would want company. You appeared lonely through those large windows."

I rolled my eyes. "You're watching me now?"

"I notice things," he explained as he stepped inside. "Just as you look starved right now."

My stomach flipped. Was it boldly written on my forehead that I’m extremely horny? I thought. He strode passed me, straight toward the couch, and sat like he owned it.

“Relax, Mrs. Knight. Don’t take my words for it." He replied, chuckling lightly. I sighed and followed him. We initially sat in silence, both pretending it was normal.

“The bathroom is straight down on your left,” I spoke first, breaking the silence as it felt awkward.

"I know my way, don't worry, it’s just that you don’t look happy."

I gave him a sharp look. "Excuse me?"

“You are not good at pretending, I just figured out. I see it in your eyes,” Drego remarked. “Has David touched you? You looked starved.”

I swallowed heavily. “It’s not your business.”

“Maybe not,” he said. "But I think you deserve more than being a contract trophy on a shelf."

My gaze stiffened. “Is that what you think I am? Why would you say that?”

“Because David’s too cold to ever rock your world. He won’t touch you, not now, not in 5 years. Should we place a bet?”

I stood abruptly, heart thumping. “Drego, don’t go there.”

He followed me, slowly, like a shadow creeping closer. “I told you I wouldn’t cause trouble. I meant it.” His voice lowered to a whisper. "But you smell like you haven't been touched in years."

"Stop!" I replied, backing away.

He leaned out and brushed his knuckles on my jaw. "You want to feel something again, don't you? He won’t give you that"

I was breathing quickly now. I shoved his hand away from my face. "Don't push your luck,” I cautioned. "I'm married!"

"To a man who bought you," Drego snapped, his voice calm but menacing. "Elena, don't pretend this is love. You are not his wife. You are his prisoner in satin."

My mouth shook, but I held my ground. "Call it whatever, but I signed the contract anyway."

He didn’t reply so I continued, "Please go!"

Drego did not move at first. His eyes scanned mine, wild, curious, and burning. He then took a hesitant step back.

"I will just go refresh and leave” I watched him walk into the guest room downstairs while I spiraled upstairs, back to my room.

Drego words kept ringing in my head.

“David would never touch you, not even in 5 years.” What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldn’t get hard for me?

And Drego why does he have to be so hot? He looked like David but better, finer, and the way he speaks? Naughty. His eyes were charming, his abs even more asymmetrical than those of David’s and his hair wavy to a fault. Everything about his physique screams perfect.

I took a bottle of vodka and gulped it down. I just wanted to get rid of the thoughts, living rent-free in my head.

I woke up hours later, my stomach rumbling and growling as though I had borborygmus. Apparently, I had so much to drink that I passed out. Still engulfed in alcohol, I staggered downstairs to fix myself dinner.

DREGO’s POV

I told her I would leave after I freshened up, and I should've. But when she stood there in that silky little robe, all glammed up with fire in her eyes and confusion in her chest, something inside me cracked.

Elena. my brother's "wife." The prize he purchased, but to me she wasn’t a trophy. She is an irresistible temptation. A walking human-sized temptation wrapped up in silk. I was not supposed to want her, but I did.

I thought she would persuade me to leave but she didn’t come speak to me again, I knew she thought I had left.

I watched from the corner as she entered the kitchen when it was nightfall to make herself dinner. She is such a beauty to behold and I know deep down that David with his nonchalance, and cold irrationality does not deserve her. He might have married her but I will keep her and make her mine.

She swayed her hips gently, to the rhythm of a song that played from the television, her robe sliding open just enough to reveal that lovely line between her breasts as they jiggled; firm and full.

She drank a glass of water gently, and I swear, the sound of her swallowing caused my hands to clench. I could have walked in then and grabbed her but I had different plans.

While she cooked I sneaked into her room. The air smelled like her lotion—sweet, warm, and innocent. I didn't switch on the light, didn't need to as I knew what I came for. I removed the small device from my pocket —a micro camera that was already synchronised to my phone and slid it behind her dressing mirror, carefully angled.

The red light flickered once and then vanished. A sign that it has started recording. I shrugged, telling myself I just needed to know her better. But the truth is I always wanted to see her.

–––

By past midnight I returned to her room, quiet, barefoot, and shirtless. The blue light from her room made her skin glow as she tangled in her linens. She resembled a goddess as she slept with no idea I was standing there.

My heart raced, as I stared at her as if I had never seen a woman before.

"Elena," I called as I lay down beside her, my voice low and husky.

She moved, her eyes blinked open, and then closed again.

"David when did you come?” she muttered with sleepy eyes.

I smiled. “I came for you baby” and then I kissed her before she could protest, before she realized that I’m Drego not David. Her hands gripped my shoulder as I deepened the kiss like an obsessed man.

Her robe slid open at the top, displaying her delicate and flawless skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails running down my back as her breath caught. I caressed her, ripping the robe away from her body, exposing every inch of her I'd fantasised about since the first time I saw her. And when she gasped, arching into my touch, I realised: She desired this. She wanted me.

I pulled her back onto the bed and kissed her down to her neck and across her chest, leaving a path of heat throughout her entire skin. I sucked her breast, fumbling her nipples with my lips and teeth slowly and deeply, enjoying the way her thighs clung to me.

I spread open her legs and discovered she was already dripping wet. This aroused me more and made my cock jerk. I buried my face inside her thighs and using my tongue I licked and sucked on her juices as she moaned loudly with intense pleasure.

Her hands were everywhere— on my back, grasping the sheets as my fingers moved between her thighs, then to her p*ssy thrusting and fingering her. In the heat of the moment, while I was enjoying myself at her body rhythm, the way she moaned and the sweet taste of her drove me crazy. She touched my hair and squeezed and that’s when she discovered I’m Drego. My curly hair sold me away.

“What the fuck!” She jerked off from me and yelled, trying to cover her body with the blankets. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to have left.”

“To pleasure you baby, and yank that starvation out of your body” I shrugged, knowing fully well I got her where I wanted already, so it’s almost impossible for her to reject me.

She bit her lip, breathless. "Drego… you are taking advantage of me"

“I’m not! I just need you and I know you want this too” I stood up letting my erect d*ck stretch out onto her face. I watched her stare at it with utmost satisfaction but at the same time, there was worry in her eyes.

“I’m married to your twin” she mumbled, destabilizing my mood.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just filling in the gap your so-called husband couldn’t. Allow me to pleasure you baby and after we can act like this never happened” I assured her, even though within me I knew I was lying.

I glanced at her subtly, I could read her body movements. Her body wanted me badly but her soul was unwilling. I didn’t give her any more time to think about it, I just held her leg and before she could react I gently slid my middle fingers into her horny pot.

It flowed like living waters. She was completely wet. I continued to rub her clit as she began to moan again

"Tell me you want me," I uttered

"I shouldn’t…"

"But you do," I added another finger inside her slowly and deeply. Her back arched off the bed, lips parted.

“That's it,” I whispered into her ear. "Let me make you feel what he never could."

She did not stop me. Not even when I spread her thighs further. Not when I thrust deep into her, thick and hard, filling her inch by inch. She cried out, not in pain, but in relief.

I moved slowly at first, savouring her heat, holy shit she was tight as hell, and the way she clung to me as if she didn't want to let go? Amazing. I seized her wrists, pinned them above her head, and claimed her. Every thrust was deep. Controlled. Brutal in its compassion.

"Say my name," I commanded.

"Drego!” she exclaimed. "Drego… oh my god." She moaned louder, as her body convulsed beneath me. She came hard, gripping around me as she orgasmed and cried into the blankets.

She tasted like sugar, the kind that caused diabetes. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I followed right after, groaning her name into her neck and emptying into her as she shuddered beneath me.

We collapsed into each other, sweaty, breathless, and gasping for air. I kissed her shoulder, cheeks, and lips. For a brief while, everything was Perfect Until she stood up to go wash and…

Beep. A mild mechanical click. Fuck the camera!

Her head snapped towards the mirror. "Did you hear that?" she said, sitting up. Another beep. Her gaze focused on the blinking red light beside the mirror and instantly her face turned pale. "Wait… what is that?"

"Elena.. wait I..” I tried to explain but words failed me.

She jumped out of bed, shifted the mirror from the wall, and took out the little camera. Then her eyes slowly shifted to mine, wide and furious.

"Drego," she whispered. "You recorded me?"

"I didn't mean for…"

"You f*cking recorded me?!" She slammed the camera to the ground, shattering it as she shiverered, half-naked, and aggravated.

"I trusted you! I let you in." Her voice crackled. "So all these were your plans? To fuck and film me?!"

"Elena, listen… pls hear me out I…"

"GET OUT!" She yelled.

I grabbed her arm, but she backed away, wrapping her robe around her like a shield.

"I never want to see you again," she remarked, her tone icy.

"You're sick, you need help!!!" She shouted.

At that moment, I realised I messed up. Because now I didn't only want her. I needed her. And maybe... I might have just lost her.