The Twin's Forbidden Desire

Chapter 4

Sophie

I don’t know how long I had been in the tub, trying to erase from my body all the anguish I felt, but I knew it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, when someone came to call me, telling me that Sandra had arrived and was waiting for me.

Sandra. My boyfriend’s assistant. I didn’t know much about her, from what I could find, she was a model before she left the catwalk to do office work.

Sandra had suddenly become Alexander Williams's shadow. She took care of his appointments, and his travels and accompanied him everywhere and when he asked her, she also spread her legs for him.

What a woman couldn’t do for money.

Ironically, I was about to do exactly the same thing, open up my legs for that man for every bribe he sent to my father to avoid him.

It made me sick just to think of those hands touching me.

I wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and then I went downstairs to meet Sandra.

The girl was waiting for me in the lobby. Sandra wore a very tight green dress that reached over her knee and a pair of high, flesh-colored heels. She had light brown hair tied in a high tail that showed off her long neck and led a man to look down at the neckline of her dress.

"Finally!" she began as I walked down the stairs.

She looked at me from head to toe and saw how she hid an evil smile, "Miss O'Kelly, we’ll have a lot of fun!" she began.

Oh, I have no doubt.

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I left the store, and I looked up to the sky, I was nothing short of wrecked after a morning struggling with Sandra, the assistant.

All those clothes. All those jewels. I hated them.

Sandra had redone my entire wardrobe because now I had to be presentable in the eyes of my future husband.

Dresses, always and only dresses. Tight, elegant, low-cut, all to show my future husband the goods he was paying for.

I put on my sunglasses, got into the limo, and then looked out of the tinted glass.

"All right," Sandra said as she entered the limo, "They will bring everything to the task tomorrow so that when you go there, everything will be ready," she continued, closing the door.

"Thank you," I said without turning.

"Do you want to go to lunch? I still have an hour before Alexander needs me," said the girl.

I can only imagine what he needs from you.

"I have a headache, I prefer to go home," I said in a cordial tone.

"I guess the penthouse is much more palatable than lunch with me," she replied, she could recognize the girl’s sour tone, but I ignored her completely.

"The task will enchant you, I’ve been there a couple of times, surely, with all that space, you will find something to do," said Sandra.

"I’m sure," I answered as the limo started.

I watched the buildings disappear before my eyes as the limousine kept moving through the city's streets.

I was tired and exhausted, and I wanted to cry. All the time Sandra had committed to making me feel inadequate, laughing like a goose with the employees of the boutiques we had gone to, seemed to be at home, and had a credit card in Alexander’s name obviously.

Sandra had taken care to make me understand how much my body was damaged, how much I was too fat, my hair not very fashionable, my makeup too light, and my shoes unsuitable.

In every store we went into, I felt like I was out of food, and every time she explained to me how to dress at every moment of the day, I wanted to scream in despair.

In my life, nobody had ever imposed a look on me, nobody had ever told me how to dress, how to behave, and how to look.

I felt like I was in a cage, closed, like a doll in the hands of others, and it hadn’t even been a week. How could I have survived my whole life like that?

"I know a dietician who works wonders, there are massages that remove all the cellulite on the body, I can make an appointment," said exuberant Sandra.

I sighed, "I’ll think about it," I said.

"If you want to be in town, a surgeon is doing some very natural touch-ups, we can book a visit to do something about that breast, I’m sure that with two extra sizes, they’d be good for you," the girl said.

I’m going to punch her.

"I’m not interested in getting my breasts done, I’m fine," I said without looking back.

I gritted my teeth anxiously, waiting for us to get back to the parking lot of the building. As soon as the chauffeur parked, I opened the door and went to the internal elevators.

"Sophie!" Sandra yelled at me, and I froze, then turned to her, "Remember the gala, if you need me to book you the hairdresser and makeup artist tell me."

"I’ll let you know," I said with a fake smile and then walked to the elevator.

I waited for the doors to close before I collapsed against the wall and let the hiccups hit my body. I hated all this, I hated it with all my heart, but the worst thing was knowing that I could do nothing, that there was absolutely no other solution for me because I could not abandon my father, I could not leave him to his fate because I would be completely alone.

I walked into the attic and immediately walked to my room, closed the door behind me, and dropped to the ground, my back on the door, my knees to my chest, and I started crying desperately, letting the hiccups take over my body completely.

"Miss Sophie," someone said, knocking at my door, and I got up, went to bed, and sat down.

"Yes?" I said, clearing my throat.

"Do you want me to make your lunch?" she asked me gently.

I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling my stomach completely closed, with terrible nausea that hit me.

"No thanks, I’m not hungry," I said, and then I heard her leave.

I looked at the door for a long moment, then collapsed in bed, crying again.

I would have cried a bit and then calmed down, or at least hoped.