The Twin's Forbidden Desire

Chapter 3

Ethan

I slammed the door of our father’s office and went straight to the liquor booth, it didn’t matter that I still had my head popping from all the alcohol the night before, I needed to relax.

"Son of a b***h," I blurted out the whole glass of whiskey.

My brother took great strides towards Dad’s desk, turned around, threw himself into his chair, and then lifted his legs and crossed feet on mahogany wood. He put his elbows on the armrests and crossed his fingers in front of his face.

Noah seemed calm, as usual, not at all upset about our father’s words. We had taken months to create the negotiation with Teknokind, we had studied every detail and managed to come up with a deal that would bring us several million, the acquisition of that company meant taking a gold mine.

But our father didn’t care. He never cared. For him, we were always useless beings that did not deserve his attention, at least his company.

For this reason, he chose a child bride to produce other children, other heirs that he would raise as he wanted and without any weakness, as he said.

"He’s a f*****g pervert asshole. He didn’t even try to read the proposal," I said with clenched teeth as I filled myself another glass of whiskey "He’s too busy f*****g the girl," I said, sending down another glass.

"What did you expect? That suddenly he would be interested in something of ours?" my twin said calmly.

"I was expecting... I don’t even know what the f**k I was expecting, I’m an asshole," I said, shaking my head, "I had to imagine that the girl’s arrival would keep him busy. It’s not easy keeping up with a 20-year-old," I said viciously.

"I don’t think he’s f*****g her," Noah said.

I frowned and filled a glass for him, approached him and laid him in front of him, and then sat in the other chair, the one in front.

"Do you think he is marrying the little girl because his heart suddenly softened, and he fell in love?" I asked, frowning.

"I didn’t say that. Do you ever listen when I talk?" asked my scowling brother.

"Not most of the time," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Last night, I met the little stepmother," Noah began to say, "She looked like a little girl lost in a sea of lions. So scared and helpless. I pissed her off a bit, and she told me that they don’t f**k," continued Noah "And seeing how our old man entertained Sandra last night, I don’t think he has the energy to hold on to two twenty years old," commented Noah.

Sandra was our father’s assistant. First, she was a model in Paris, then, after opening her legs for daddy, she got an assistant job and did everything for him. Most of the time, she gets bent over on the desk. I f****d her once. Oh yes, little Sandra was not satisfied with the quickies with the old man, she needed something else, and many times she had hit on my brother and me, I was not sure that Noah had f****d her, but I had done it, of course, I did it.

I f****d her on our father’s bed, I f****d her ass so hard, she squirted all over his mattress while she was screaming my name in the same room where she used to get f****d by the old man.

After that, she wanted more, but I always tried to avoid her. It was just the heat of the moment, pulling something out of my father’s hands, but it made me sick to f**k someone who let herself be touched by him.

I shook my head at the memory and looked at my brother "How do you know?" I asked.

Noah took his phone out of his pocket and pressed something on the screen before showing it to me. Our father's image appeared in the penthouse hallway with Sandra on her knees while sucking him off.

"That slut would do anything to get the money," I said, shaking my head.

Noah put his phone back in his pocket and looked at me, waiting. Oh, the little s**t knew something else.

"So, who is she? A poor fool who fell in love?" I asked.

Noah’s green eyes shone, anxiously awaiting that question to show how clever he was.

"Sophie Alia O'Kelly," began Noah, "The only daughter of Peter O'Kelly, the entrepreneur who holds the shares of Detra, Wiston, and Kelly. He also owns several newspapers, so he has control of the media network and the information that can be released, which makes him very dangerous and very lucky. But what’s more interesting is owning a share of the biggest tech chip companies. A gold mine," Noah said.

I frowned and thought, "Dad wanted to get into computer science," I said after a moment.

"But it’s a small circle, and they don’t accept just anyone. The shares are well divided, and the directors never wanted to sell them, even with huge amounts," Noah said.

"So you think he chose her out of convenience?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She’s the only heir, once her father is dead, everything would be in her hands, it wouldn’t surprise me at all," my twin said, shrugging.

"He’s going to make her churn out children so that the company automatically passes to his name," I said, "bastard son of a b***h," I shook my head, "What I don’t understand is why she agreed," I said reflecting on "I mean, she’s a great p***y, let’s be honest, could she have any man at her feet and pick one much older than her?"

Noah looked at him, "Maybe something is going on," then my brother said, "I’m a little sorry for her," he admitted after a moment of silence.

"Do you mind? Are you serious?" I scowled.

"I mean, have you seen her? And then she doesn’t seem very involved in this kind of union. She looks like a fish out of the water," Noah said.

"Brother, she's a threat, remember. If she starts to spread her legs and churn out children for us, it’s the end, we’ll lose everything," I tried to remind him.

Because we both knew our father didn’t love us.

Our father had married our mother by force after getting pregnant. Mom was nineteen at the time, and he was twenty-nine. She worked in one of the company’s departments.

He had seen her and decided that she would be his next prey, he did not expect that all the escapades he had with women would have a consequence. And so we were born.

The worst part was that our mother had fallen in love with him, and she had put up with everything on his part. Every public humiliation, every betrayal, every word of disgust he threw up on her.

She stood by his side, doing everything in her power to make him happy, even though he was never happy. From the union with mom, he had achieved nothing, mom was no one, she came from a normal family, and she had obtained scholarships and a job thanks to her skill. She had never done anything wrong except fall in love with Alexander Williams.

During our birth, she had problems, and they had to remove a tuba, despite this, she tried for years to please our father to give him more children because he needed it. But over time, failing to do so, she did some tests and discovered that she had cancer that forced her to remove her uterus.

While she was in the hospital bed immediately after the operation, a picture appeared in the tabloids of Alexander Williams with a German model on the catwalk of the Milan fashion week. Two days later, the lawyer came to the hospital to deliver the divorce papers.

Our father didn’t think mom was any more useful, so he dumped her. Before she got married, Mom had agreed to sign a deal that left her nothing because she didn’t want her money, she loved him. So she found herself sick and penniless.

Noah and I were 14, and there was nothing we could do. Our maternal grandparents took care of our mother, trying to give her the possible care with the little money they could until we turned eighteen and could access our trust fund.

We contacted the best clinic and looked for the best doctor, but mom’s cancer was advanced, and there was nothing they could do.

From that moment on, we kept all our mother's medical expenses, paying with the money that we had in the fund to give her the best, but in the last period, she had worsened, and the doctors did not know if she could get through that year.

All because Alexander Williams was a f*****g selfish.

And now he wanted to replace us too. It wasn’t enough that he ruined our mother’s life, now he wanted to ruin ours.

We’d spent our whole lives getting ready to take over the company, but everything we did was useless to him. He only considered us a burden because we weren’t like him. Our mother always told us we were different, and that bothered him. He could never shape our minds at his will.

If he had another child with another woman, he wouldn’t have made the same mistake, which meant that he would raise an heir worthy of him and take everything from us.

We couldn’t let that happen.

We will have done everything to stop that little girl and everyone else from getting their hands on what belonged to us.

I wasn’t enchanted by her frightened doe appearance, although I had to admit that I felt like a teenager the night before when I first saw her. With that dress showing off her fabulous body, I got hard immediately.

Then when we had talked and she had pulled out that temper of hers, I felt so horny that I had to take the first one I met and f**k her in the guest room. But even after I finished, I didn’t feel fully satisfied.

But I shouldn’t have been embarrassed because it was all a facade.