Page 140 of Illicit Affairs
“Is that what this is? Some petty idea of revenge?”
“You can call it that if you like. I simply call it returning the favor.”
She braced for more swearing, more ugly names and accusations.
But all she heard was laughter.
“Oh my god. You think you’re so fucking smart with all your fancy computer work. But you don’t know a goddamn thing about anything, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Honey, if you’re going to try and get revenge on me… you should at least make sure you get the right twin.”
“What?” No. No. Impossible. She’d done her research. The corvette that had shown up at the hotel that night clearly belonged to one Tiernan O’Rourke.
“I don’t blame you for not being able to tell them apart,” her mother cooed in that sickeningly sweet way she had. “But I know something you don’t know.”
“And what’s that?”
“My Tiernan has a scar just above his right eye. I know, because I gave it to him when I hit him in the face with a fucking vase for lying to me about sleeping with that bitch Molly O’Connor.”
Fingers trembling, Daisy pulled up Tiernan’s Instagram account. Like all the O’Rourkes, he kept it rather sparse. But there were several pictures of him and sure enough, there was the scar her mother was talking about, right above his right eye.
A few more pictures down she found one of him with his twin, Lochlan. And looking into Lochlan’s dark, twinkling eyes, she knew without a doubt that was the man she’d spent the night calling Daddy.
She’d put everything she’d had into seducing him. She’d let him debase her, humiliate her, hurt her in ways she’d never even dreamed of because she’d thought she would finally get one over on her mother.
And she hadn’t even gotten the right fucking brother.
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The End
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