[Mature Content R18+]

Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish.

My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant.

The decision was final. The bride had changed.

They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute.

Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night.

"Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long."

"You lost your mind. You promised-"

"And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that."

"Wh... what?"

"But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year."

"Rafael... what are you planning to?"

"Get things back to their right place."

I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. 

Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due.

My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is.

"Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. 

"They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. 

This should be a simple game of power. 

But love always meddles between the players.

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Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

Veronica hurried over to me and guided me to stand. While covering my mouth as I sobbed through choking tears, I stepped closer again to the hospital bed where Rafael lay.


"Where is the doctor? I need an explanation." Veronica said to her assistant.


"Rafael…" My trembling hand gripped the edge of the hospital bed. "Why isn't he waking up? Is it that bad? Rafael…"


He still didn't regain consciousness, but then—


"What? Why are you calling me like I'm dead?"


Rafael's unmistakable baritone voice made me spin around.


And there he was, sitting upright on another hospital bed, his right hand wrapped in bandages as he pulled the curtain aside.


I let out a shaky scoff of relief and glanced back at the mummified patient behind me. Then it hit me hard. The nurse had said the bed was at the very end, and there were two sides. I had checked the wrong one.


"Are you crying? Why? Because you thought that patient was me?"


Chapter 64 - We're going home...