My Husband Sent His Twin to My Bed, and I Made Him King Chapter 04
Asher looked down at his brother sprawled on the floor.
“Asher, my poor, exiled little brother.” He let out a sigh, his
voice heavy with mock pity. “You got so jealous you tried to
have me killed in that rainstorm, and now you’re even trying to
hurt Miss Vincent? Looks like all those years in the slums didn’t
just eat away at your dignity–they rotted what little brain you had left.”
“Bullshit! You fake piece of shit!” Arthur glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “Audrey, you bitch–you know exactly who he is!
Right on cue, I let out a weak gasp.
In this mafia world, where everyone’s hands were stained with blood, helplessness was the best disguise.
I stumbled back and slipped to my father’s side–the old don of the Vincent family.
“Oh my God…” My whole body trembled. “That explains why, during our honeymoon in Sicily, you kept disappearing without a word. Even the bodyguards said someone was watching us
from the shadows…” I looked up, shaking. “Honey, was it really your deranged brother following us the whole time? Was he trying to kill us… and even kill the baby I’m carrying?”
The second the words left my mouth, the Vincent capos all pulled the guns from beneath their suit jackets.
A row of black muzzles swung toward Arthur on the floor.
From the head seat, the old don of the Sterling family watched
everything with a stony face. On one side was the “unstable outcast” who had run from the
wedding a week ago, ignored the family’s interests, and was now barking on the floor like a stray dog.
On the other was “Arthur Sterling,” who had just handled a
disputed territory with ruthless efficiency at dinner, shown real
authority, and was about to welcome an heir carrying Vincent blood.
The scales had already tipped.
The old don crushed the end of his cigar into the ashtray.
“Take him away.” His voice was flat. “I don’t want to hear that mad dog barking anywhere on this estate again. Break both his
legs and throw him into the holding cell beneath headquarters.
No one treats him without my permission.”
“You’re all insane! Father! I’m Arthur! I’m the real Arthur-!”
Several heavily built enforcers stepped forward at once.
Without the slightest mercy, they swung their batons down
hard onto Arthur’s kneecaps.
His scream tore through the room.
Then he was dragged away like a piece of blood–soaked trash, leaving behind a long, horrifying streak of red across the floor.
I lowered my eyes, hiding the satisfaction in them.
This was only the beginning, Arthur.
All the pain you put me through in my last life–I’ll make you pay it back a thousand times over.
Late that night,
I stripped away my mask of exhaustion.
Asher took off the tailored suit that marked him as “Arthur.”
Then he walked toward me and dropped to one knee at my feet.
He didn’t ask for a kiss. Instead, he bowed his head with something close to reverence.
His cheek rested lightly against my lower belly–the “heir” he had sworn to protect with his life that very day.
Then he looked up at me, his eyes brimming with obsession, madness, and worship.
“Madam,” he said, his voice low and rough with sex, “were you pleased with the way I bared my teeth for you today?”
I set down my wineglass. My fingers slid through his tousled blond hair, traced down the side of his face, and came to rest at
his throat.
“You were perfect, my loyal hound.” I leaned down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
“But that was only a very small down payment.” Gazing into Asher’s eyes, I spoke in a quiet murmur. “I want to strip him of everything. I want him to lose his faith, his pride, his dignity. I want him to watch the things he treasures rot and stink before his eyes. I want him… to fall all the way into hell.”
Asher closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my palm against his burning cheek.
A dazed smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
“As you wish, my queen. I’ll be the one to open the gates of hell
for you.”