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Everything inside me screams to find a way and run away from him, but he seems to be blocking the only exit. My soaked dress creates weird, uncomfortable sensations in my lower back and abdomen that make even sitting hard. I need a minute to form a plan to face this madman, but he can’t see my weakness. Serial killers lose interest the minute you fulfill their fantasies. Raising my chin high, I reply, “Frederick.”
Surprise flickers in his green eyes while his grin widens, and it’s so disgusting I resist gagging. “Smart and beautiful. I understand why my twin fell for you. Or maybe we just look so similar, it was hard to miss even in your dreadful state.” My heart plummets thinking how they look alike but, at the same time, have absolutely nothing in common.
My man is a handsome monster, while this one is a vicious demon. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s the most logical conclusion.”
He lifts his brow. “Logical? Everyone thought I was dead.” A beat passes while the whistling wind from outside washes over, and a loud thunder rocks the sky, indicating the storm that Florian warned me about earlier. “In fact, most people would assume they’re hallucinating. Or mistake me for my brother.” His nose twitches in distaste. “Although we never had much in common, we unfortunately share a face to some degree.”
“Besides the signature traits of the Price men, you look nothing alike. In fact, I’d say you could be mistaken for Maxwell’s brother rather than Florian’s fraternal twin.” I don’t even stop to think about how bizarre this whole conversation is.
His adoptive father faked his death, and instead of hating him for it, this psycho grew up continuing the legacy and intending to hurt his birth family, who did nothing but love him.
Santiago once said that true insanity is horrific and chilling, and once you encounter it, you should never question it or try to find the root of the problem.
Because only vile darkness exists in there, and that specific darkness?
It feeds only on misery and blood, followed with by unexplainable pain.
Getting into the why of his behavior is the least of my worries.
His sadistic laughter echoes through the cave. Another stabbing pain hits me, and my brow furrows. What’s going on?
I shift a little, pressing my back to the wall behind me, and it gives me temporary relief while the sensations continue, although the intensity lessens. “Well, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to look like my brother, would it?” I still at this and blink in surprise, not sure what he means by this. “Did you know our mother had an affair with Bellamy Price?” I nod because it’s common knowledge that no one has tried to hide. Uncle Jacob couldn’t care less if he tried about his ex-wife and laughed for days when he learned she joined a nunnery. “Interesting fact, wouldn’t you say?”
My bare toes curl into the cold ground, and I hiss when another stabbing pain zips through me. Did he beat me up or something?
I place my hand on my bump, running my fingers over it and hoping my baby isn’t stressing much inside me. “It’s more sad than it is interesting.”
He shrugs, walking toward the table and trailing his finger over the blades. “The marriage was nothing but a financial merger between the two houses. My mother hated Jacob and loved Bellamy, but Bellamy didn’t have the money my maternal grandfather wanted. Arguably, she owed him no loyalty.” I stay silent, too stunned with all this to say a thing because, what? Who cares about their marriage or his mother’s affair? But maybe stalling is the best option in the current situation.
Florian will find us, I know it. I just have to hold on until then.
“She got pregnant six weeks after her marriage.” He picks up a smaller blade, the silver glistening, and he sucks a breath through his teeth. “My mother assumed Bellamy was the father and even gloated about it to Jacob. Apparently, she and Jacob only had sex once. Can you imagine that? He really despised her.”
“I don’t understand.” Is he implying that…
“She thought the truth would make him divorce her, but Jacob Price is a cruel man. He accepted the kids but made her life hell.” Fury wraps around his tone, and I’m still processing this information.
Something is not adding up. “That makes no sense. Your mother hates Florian, and she loved you.”
He snaps his fingers as he comes back to stand in front of me, swaying the knife from side to side. Another rippling sensation washes over me. I bite on my lower lip to keep myself from groaning in pain. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life. “Have you heard about heteropaternal superfecundation?”
Is he kidding me right now?
“Yes. In short, it’s when a woman gets pregnant with two babies, and they have different dads. One egg is fertilized earlier than the other by a few weeks.”
Oh God. Does this mean what I think it means? These cases are so rare, and what are the freaking odds?
“I’m older than Florian, but I was born a few weeks premature. You see, after getting pregnant, my mother went to a doctor who told her about her condition. Instantly, she knew. I’m Bellamy’s son, and Florian is Jacob’s.”
I pinch my hand, shaking my head and hoping like hell I’m in some kind of a nightmare right now because this cannot be my reality.
It’s fucked up and crazy to the point of me questioning everything. “Does Uncle Jacob know?”
“Of course. He never treated us differently, though. He’s weak, just like Florian.” He smirks. “They have a heart, and those who have hearts usually end up hurt in the most brutal way.”
“Is this why you’re doing all this? You hate them for not being a true Price?” I’m purposely using such words to see at least an ounce of emotion on his face. Otherwise, I’m dealing with a psychopath.
And with them, life might end at any second, as they have no patience or patterns.
