Craving my husband’s twin, A lustful obsession

Elena’s pov

I glanced at the contracted document before me like it was a silent demon. Nice typefaces, Legal jargon. A simple signature spot at the bottom, ready to rip five years from my life.

"Marry him," my father replied, his voice filled with shame. "It's the only way to save the company."

I blinked hard, attempting not to crumble in front of the two men who sat opposite me. My father— Mattew Stone— sat at one end of the mahogany table.

He was once a proud tough businessman, but now drowning in debt and sorrow.

The other man sitting adjacent to me, held the fate of my family legacy in his hands like a glass of wine.

“David Knight” is one of the top business enthusiasts in Los Angeles. Clothed in a black suit, he looked impeccable. His dark hair was slicked back, showing a strong jawline and piercing steel-blue eyes that did not flinch at my father's request.

He hadn't said much since he arrived, but the strength of his silence carried weight. The type that squeezed into my skin.

"I won't force you," my father whispered, but the desperation in his eyes suggested otherwise.

I stood, sluggish and weary. "I want to speak with him. Alone." I pointed at David. He lifted his brow, amused but nodded.

Matthew abruptly exited the room, as if he couldn't bear to see what happened next to the daughter he was giving out in exchange for resources. The door clicked closed, and then a thud of silence.

I turned to face David.

"Why? "Why marriage?"

He shifted back in his chair, fingers curled, eyes lazily roving over me as if calculating my value.

"Because I dislike mess. I do not desire flings. I desire control, structure, and most importantly my peace, and a marriage on paper provides me with that."

I crossed my arms. "Control over me?"

"No! Control over drama." He stood and walked, approaching me slowly, calmly, like a predator weighing its prey.

“You can refuse if you want to, your father begged me to marry you anyway.” He scoffed.

He stood and took a glance at me, seeing that I gave no reply he continued;

"You will reside in my penthouse. You will be presented to the world as my wife. But behind closed doors, we'll stay strangers. Unless,” he smirked faintly, "you'd rather not."

I disliked the way my breath stuck in my throat. I despised the fact that he was attractive in such a deadly, sharp way—like a dagger with a smile.

"And after five years?" I asked.

"You walk away and your family becomes debt-free. "With an additional three million dollars wired into your account if you remain a good wife."

I blinked. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Deadly! I don’t do petty jokes.”

I have heard of this man on business newsletters; The magnate and business Tycoon David Knight. He does not joke when it comes to business. He uses power, transactions, and deliberate maneuvers