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The Moretti Family’s Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss.
Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant’s room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti’s wife. Legally, anyway.
My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady.
It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift.
To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast’s darkest corners.
Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe… maybe there was something real left.
Then I heard him downstairs.
“You really not letting your wife come down?”
“Isabella?” He laughed. “She’d kill the vibe.”
Another voice chimed in. “Lina’s back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?”
Jackson didn’t miss a beat. “Isabella’s just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she’d say ‘okay.'”
“So when are you ditching her?”
“Dunno. She thinks she matters. I’m just playing her.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob.
A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly.
“Sorry, babies,” I whispered.
Triplets. His.
He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck.
What he didn’t know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.
Chapter 1
I slid into the silver Bentley and drove straight to the private pier.
In the passenger seat: a goodbye letter, a pill bottle, and a crumpled ultrasound report. Three tiny heartbeats, clear as day.
No one knew I was pregnant.
I didn’t tell Jackson. To him, I was just another thing to control. He wouldn’t care about the babies either.
I sat on the bench, sea breeze slicing through me.
Shivering, I popped the cap off the bottle and tipped one pill into my palm.
Tears hit my barely-there bump.
“Mommy’s such an idiot,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, babies.”
Then—movement. Soft. Real. Like tiny hands knocking from the inside.
They were there. They’d been there all along.
My eyes snapped open. My hand shook. The pill slipped and hit the ground.
A voice in my head: ‘Isabella, you can’t die. You’re not alone anymore.’
I ditched the stupid idea and drove back.
By the time I pulled up, it was pitch black. Lights on. Jackson’s Rolls out front. He was already home.
I wiped my face, fixed my expression, walked in like nothing happened.
The entry light flipped on.
“Bella? Why so late?” Jackson walked over, voice smooth, eyes soft. “Thanksgiving. Thought you had a surprise planned. But… no dinner?”
“You already ate at the party, didn’t you?”
He paused. Shifted. “Lina came back.”
Lina. My twin. Raised in the spotlight. Talented, glowing.
Me? Diagnosed early with a tremor. Not deadly—just shaky hands, soft voice.
To my parents, I was the broken one. A PR disaster. So they sent me off, called it “foster care.” It was abandonment, plain and simple.
Years later, when they finally came looking, they still couldn’t meet my eyes. I was just a smudge on their perfect image.
“Lina invited us to her grad party,” Jackson said, watching me. “Yale Law. She’s trying to fix things with your family.”
His tone flipped cold. “Compared to her, why are you so difficult?”
I didn’t answer.
“You’ll go, right?”
I met his gaze, flat. “I’ll go.”
He smiled, leaned in. I turned. His lips caught my cheek.
“I’m tired.”
He froze. Smile gone. “Then get some rest.”
As I turned, his arms wrapped around me. Chest warm against my back. Too familiar.
“You’re still too emotional,” he muttered. “Everyone’s being patient, but you always lash out.”
I closed my eyes. One last tear fell. Quiet.
Chapter 2
By evening, Jackson dropped me off at my parents’ mansion.
He leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth—hard. “Don’t embarrass me, baby. Act like a proper lady tonight.”
The party was supposed to be about Lina going back to Yale for grad school.
It was actually just a setup to humiliate me.
Yeah, she got into Yale Law—but still clung to Jackson’s arm like she was the wife.
Smart on paper, shameless in heels.
Beaming, she announced, “I’m Jackson’s new legal advisor.”
Exactly what he wanted—someone with a Yale pedigree to prop him up in elite circles like he belonged there.
He needed her for offshore accounts, shady wire transfers, and handshake deals in dark corners.
They weren’t in love. They were using each other—he wanted clout, she wanted power.
Our parents had moved to the countryside for “health” reasons. Not a single blood relative showed up.
Lina stepped onto the stage in a blood-red off-shoulder gown, soaking up the spotlight. Glass raised.
“My sister’s finally home. She doesn’t need your pity—she deserves your applause.”
I stood frozen in the crowd, every stare burning through me. Judging. Digging. Shame crawled up my spine like it never left.
Then the lights cut. A massive screen dropped from the ceiling.
She smiled. “Here’s a little surprise.”
The second the video started, my stomach sank.
Grainy footage—me at thirteen, cornered behind the orphanage, crying on the ground.
Then eighteen, fumbling drinks in some greasy bar, getting screamed at by a drunk.
Every cracked moment I thought I’d buried was stitched into one sick “inspirational” reel.
“I really admire you, Bella.” Lina clinked her glass and strolled toward me, eyes gleaming with fake warmth. “How did you survive all that?
“To your lowly but stubborn dignity.”
My hands went numb. I wanted to disappear.
She leaned close. “Do you hate me?”
Tears shimmered in her eyes, but her voice cut like glass. “We’re sisters, but you’ve never even called.”
She wiped her eyes like she was auditioning for an Oscar. “I know I got all of Mom and Dad’s love. But hey—love can’t be forced, right?
“Mom’s sick. You haven’t shown your face once. If you keep running, how am I supposed to help you fix things?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
Then Jackson slid in, all charm, arm around me like a leash. “Isabella’s still learning how to handle relationships. When she’s ready, I’ll take her to apologize—properly.”
I pushed through the crowd without looking back, heading for the hallway.
I just needed air. A corner. Anything.
“Oh, how pitiful.” Lina’s voice trailed after me.
She followed, eyes sweeping over me. “This dress… it’s Mom’s, right? You used to say you’d wear it at your wedding.”
She smiled, all sugar and spite. “Too bad she didn’t even show up.”
My fists clenched.
“You know,” she kept going, “everyone used to call us twin princesses.”
She glanced down at her gown. “But you? You were always the flawed one. Bet those missing years were brutal—juggling jobs, wiping tables, mopping floors, barely covering rent.
“After your adoptive mom pulled you outta that group home, you didn’t even care Mom was sick. Just kept sending money to that dying woman instead.”
I fought to keep my face blank.
“You only ever told one person, right? Your precious Jackson.” Her voice dropped. “Wanna know how he described you? Cheap. Obedient. A puppet he could mess with however he wanted.”
Her stare cut right through me.
I could barely breathe.
She leaned in, voice like a devil’s whisper. “Know why he could barely stand to touch you? Because he was in love with me.”
My stomach turned.
“You think you won? He used you, Bella. Just a stand-in while I was gone. We’ve got the same face—but he’s only ever wanted me.”
She stepped closer, relentless. “He’s coming to my place tonight.”
Crash.
Her glass shattered on the floor—on purpose.
“He’ll kiss me, hold me, take me—just like always.” She brushed her lips near my ear. “Those ‘business trips’ on your anniversaries? Wanna know where he went?”
I couldn’t move.
“Paris,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Your honeymoon suite. Just not with you.”
My breath caught.
“Remember that pink satin dress he gave you last year?”
I nodded, numb.
“I wore it while Jackson and I tried every position we could think of. All night. Then I boxed it up and sent it back to you.”
My knees gave out. I barely caught myself.
‘You’re my one true love, Bella.’
Jackson’s voice echoed in my head like poison.
Lina just watched me fall apart—and smiled.
“I’m going to replace you. Completely.”
Chapter 3
I was shaking, eyes blurring with tears.
Lina smirked. “You’ll never have kids, right, Bella? Always so sick and frail… Remember all those surgeries? The doctors warned you—you’d never carry.”
She leaned in, fake-sweet. “You really think Jackson would waste his future on your broken body? He’s a mafia boss, heir to a billion-dollar empire. He needs a legacy, not some orphaned charity case.”
They all thought I couldn’t get pregnant. That’s why it was open season.
My fingers went numb with rage. Lina, with her usual fake innocence, reached out and took my hand.
“Don’t stress,” she purred. “When I give him his first baby, you’ll be the first to know. You’ll make such a cute aunt.”
That was it.
“Lina!”
Tears blurred my vision as I ripped my hand away and slapped her.
She hit the floor, her scream echoing down the hall.
“Isabella! You hit me!”
Before I could even breathe, I heard his footsteps.
Jackson burst in. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”
He scooped her up.
Lina clung to him, sobbing like some tragic heroine.
“It’s okay,” she sniffled. “Bella’s just… emotional.”
“I’m talking to you, Isabella!” he snapped. “Why’d you hurt her?!”
“I didn’t… I didn’t push her…” My voice barely held.
Their friends began showing up, and I felt the weight of their judgmental stares.
I was shaking. Jackson gave the room one cold sweep, then made the move that crushed me—carried her to the master bedroom.
Lina looked up, all soft and pathetic. “I’m fine… but Bella, could you grab the first aid kit?”
“You’re seriously babying her after she trashed the whole party?!”
I turned to leave.
“You heard her, Isabella!” Jackson snapped, eyes blazing.
Even after everything, my body still moved like it was wired to his commands.
When I came back, she was curled in his arms, crying like some damsel.
The second Jackson saw me, he dropped her like nothing and turned on me.
“Massage Lina’s feet. Now.”
“No.” Tears were already streaming. “I’d rather die.”
“What?!” he exploded.
“I said no!” My voice cracked.
He lost it—shoved me straight down in front of her.
My knees slammed the floor. Pain shot up my legs as I clutched my stomach.
“Lina’s the one I actually love! You can’t even do the bare minimum. Always playing the victim, always comparing yourself to your sister.”
“Jackson!” I gasped, my whole body caving in. “Do you even care that I’m—”
“Enough,” Lina cut in, all fake concern and sparkly eyes like she was the one being attacked.
She reached for his hand, angelic. “Don’t blame Bella… she’s just stuck in the past.”
Then she turned to me, voice soft, eyes dripping superiority. “We’re twins, born the same day, but our lives? Total opposites. I was healthy, raised by Mom and Dad, sent to private schools, loved, spoiled.
“And you? Because of your little ‘condition,’ you got dumped in an orphanage. You’ve always been the family’s dirty secret.
“You know Mom never even says your name? She’s terrified someone’ll ask, ‘How could you abandon your own kid?’
“You’re the stain she can’t scrub off. Me? I’m her pride.”
“Shut up!” I screamed.
Smack.
Jackson’s hand cracked across my face.
“Enough!” he yelled.
Lina gasped, all fake panic. “Bella, don’t take it the wrong way. Jackson’s just emotional…”
My head spun. Blood slipped from the corner of my mouth.
Then pain—hot and stabbing—ripped through my stomach.
I looked down.
Bright red was soaking through my dress.
“Blood…” I whispered.
Chapter 4
Nobody cared I was bleeding. Lina kept up the waterworks while Jackson wrapped her in his arms.
“You… are you okay, Isabella?” he asked eventually, voice as fake as a soap opera.
I backed away, terrified, instinctively shielding my stomach.
“Isabella… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
Lina’s sniffles filled the room. She took a few slow, dramatic steps, sucking all the air out of the space.
Jackson’s voice turned cold. “Apologize to Lina, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”
Not a request. A verdict.
Tears blurred my vision as I stared at him.
This man… was this really who I promised forever to?
Lina ducked behind him.
“I didn’t mean to make you guys fight,” she whispered, like I was the psycho ruining the peace.
Then she took off like she was the one who’d been broken. Jackson watched her go—then followed.
Right before walking out, he looked back. “You really let me down. Don’t wait up. I’m not coming home.”
His eyes were ice.
I stepped outside, only to realize—I’d left my phone. Awesome.
My knees felt like they were on fire as I limped back to Lina’s room. Just as I raised my hand to knock, I froze.
“Oh, Jackson… you should really take off your wedding ring…” Her voice was breathy, soaked in lust.
“Leave it on,” he growled. “The taboo’s the turn-on.”
Clothes rustled. Moans followed.
I couldn’t breathe. My chest caved in.
“She still thinks you’ll stay with her,” Lina giggled. “But you only want me, right?”
“Don’t mention her.”
The headboard slammed into the wall.
He took her like he’d lost control. “Only with you do I feel alive.”
“What do you like about me, huh?”
“Everything,” he panted. “You’re softer. Sweeter. You listen. You’re the one I want.”
Lina moaned, dragging it out, bed creaking beneath them.
“I’ll give you a child,” she gasped. “A real heir. Not like her—can’t even get pregnant.”
Their moans filled the room, each one stabbing me like a knife.
Three years ago, he almost died. I signed the donor papers. Gave him a kidney.
When he needed blood, I gave until I passed out.
Told myself—if he makes it, I’ve still got a shot at life.
I was wrong.
After he recovered, the whole underworld was under heat. His accounts froze during the probe.
Too proud to beg the family for help—said he had to rebuild “his own empire” alone.
So I stepped in.
Waited tables at shady casinos. Scrubbed blood off gym floors. Mixed drinks for gangsters in sketchy backrooms.
No sleep. Barely ate. Just kept hustling for the “clean money” he needed to bounce back.
He never knew how bad it got. I never wanted him to.
All I ever wanted… was for him to look at me one day and just say, ‘Thanks, Bella.’
But now, he was kissing someone else.
I slipped off my wedding ring—the one with our initials carved inside.
Set it down on Lina’s stupid white wicker table.
I couldn’t love him anymore. Couldn’t believe in him.
I was leaving.
And I was taking my babies with me.
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