My Boyfriend(s) Are Twins

The night before the wedding, I'm about to share the news of my pregnancy with Chester Miller when I see Giselle Thorne sitting in his lap intimately.

I'm about to storm in and confront them when I notice a man standing beside them.

That man looks exactly like Chester, my boyfriend.

I freeze, holding my breath as their voices carry clearly through the room.

"Chester, this is ruthless. You actually proposed to her. From what I know, Miranda poured so much effort into this wedding," Giselle says.

Chester snorts. "Giselle, she ruins your work and costs you the chance to win. I can't wait to see her, all dressed in her wedding gown and beaming with joy, only to watch me walk down the aisle holding your hand. Just thinking about it gives me a thrill."

My eyes widen.

It's clearly Giselle who has threatened me to hand over my work, and when she fails, she tears up her own painting in fear of losing the competition.

Before I can react, the man who looks like Chester suddenly speaks. "Chester, who's walking down the aisle with her—you or me?"

Chester chuckles. "Of course I am. Felix, have you forgotten? Miranda belongs to you only at night."

In that instant, I finally understand why Chester Miller is cold by day and passionate by night. It turns out they aren't the same person at all. He and Felix are twin brothers.

I clutch the pregnancy report tightly, pressing it against the doorframe as I glare at the three of them through the crack.

"I won't let any of you get what you want," I vow silently.

Chester Miller lit a cigarette and casually said, "Oh, yeah, Felix. I heard from the staff that you two never use protection. Be careful. Don't get her pregnant."

Giselle Thorne pouted, looking slightly unhappy. "Chester, if she really got pregnant, would you actually feel bad for her?"

Chester snorted. "Feel bad? I just don't want our family's bloodline mixed with someone that low."

"You're the only woman I would ever have a child with," he added, lifting her chin.

Giselle blushed and lightly smacked his chest before turning to Felix Miller, who had been quiet the whole time. "Felix, you've been sleeping with her for some time. How is she?"

"It was fine," Felix said casually. "She acts all classy during the day, but she is pretty wild in bed. She was game for anything I wanted. I even recorded a video. Do you want to see?"

My body froze. A video? When did he ever record that?

Before I could react, Giselle had already grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.

"Chester, slow down. It hurts."

In the video, Felix slammed into me, gripping my hand tightly. "Say it. Say you love me."

"I love you, Chester…"

My moans rang out, blending seamlessly with the laughter that never stopped.

Even Chester, who was usually cold and unreadable, smirked. "She really is shameless."

Giselle covered