Maya

At night, I waited anxiously for the twins. Every passing second in this room was haunting and terrifying, dredging up memories I'd rather forget. But I had made a choice—to reveal the truth to them. I couldn't back away from it now.

As time crawled by, my eyes were fixed on the watch, wishing for it to hasten and for their arrival to be sooner. I was still reeling from the shock.

My own mother... a murderer.

I'd never been so disturbed by the fact that she was a mistress, but the horrifying truth was that the person who carried me in her womb for nine months was a damn killer. Someone who had snatched away an innocent life for her own selfish motives.

Would the twins spare me once they knew the truth?

I had no answers, but I desperately wanted to live. I yearned for a chance at life for myself and my child, maybe not with my mates, but just the two of us, somewhere far away and safe from these malevolent people and their sins.

I buried my face in my hands, exhaling a deep sigh, and at that very moment, the door of the room flew open.

Startled, I turned toward the doorway, witnessing Leonardo and Maximus entering the room. However, they weren't alone. Two slender, leggy blondes accompanied them, their tight-fitting attire accentuating their hourglass figures. Their deep red lipstick and long lashes lent them the appearance of drag dolls.

They were at it again. Fucking other girls to make me feel sick of my very existence.

God! I couldn't believe them.

"What brings you here, Maya?" Leonardo inquired, a furrow forming on his brow as he released his hold on the blonde's waist and strode toward me. I sat at the edge of the bed, torn between storming out of the room or swallowing my pride to reveal the truth.

"We need to talk."

"No, we fucking don't," Maximus scoffed, entering the room with his plaything for the night. He leaned against the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "After what you pulled today, you're lucky to be sitting here unharmed."

Their demeanor tonight was unsettlingly calm and collected. It was as if they already knew why I was…here.

Had I made a mistake by coming here?

Perhaps… yes. Because this eerie calmness felt like the quiet before a storm.

"Who's she?" Leonardo's fuck for the night dared to ask, sidling up beside him and reaching out to grab a strand of my hair, examining it with disdain. "She looks... pale and boring.

Before I could react, Leonardo seized her wrist, forcefully pulling her away, his jaw clenched. "Don't you fucking dare touch what's mine."

His sudden protectiveness didn’t stir anything within me because I knew it stemmed from their belief that they were the only ones who possessed me, the only ones permitted to hurt or shatter me, and ultimately... end me.

"Yours?" Maximus's toy interjected. "That pale, unsightly thing is yours?"

"One more word and I'll break your fucking jaw," Maximus growled, his voice strained, causing the girl to visibly shrink back.

"What do you want to talk about?" Leonardo inquired, raising an eyebrow and leaning in, his tone laced with a calculated edge.

I instinctively recoiled, edging away slightly. "This is important. Can we not discuss this in front of...strangers?"

"Strangers? Maya, strangers are the safest option," Maximus chimed in with a chuckle, taking a sip of whiskey as he leaned against the wall, his gaze fixated on my face with a curious intensity. "After all, you warned us about the suicide shit and told us to distance ourselves, didn’t you? So why the sudden urge to talk?"

"You know what's strange, Puppet?" Leonardo's voice darkened abruptly. He grabbed the blonde beside him, roughly tearing her dress from behind. The sight was like a thousand daggers piercing my heart.

"It's strange that we receive a call suggesting our mother's death might be murder, and suddenly you show up at our doorstep," he continued, his eyes narrowing at me. As the blonde's dress fell, leaving her completely exposed, he groped her breast and inhaled her scent, eliciting a moan from her.

No...

I couldn’t bear this. 

Not when it was happening right before my eyes.

As I moved to leave, a hand gripped my wrist, forcibly pinning me against the wall—it was Max. His face loomed close to mine, his eyes drilling into mine. "Did you also receive a call, Pigeon? Or do you... know who the killer is?"

My breath hitched in my throat. I was torn between revealing the truth or saying nothing, feeling the weight of their betrayal heavy on my heart as I watched them revel in other women's company.

"Perhaps she's trying to save her beloved mother, Max," Leonardo dismissed, pushing the blonde onto the bed, and undoing his belt.

I really needed to get away from here…..

"Let me go," I exhaled, suppressing the urge to cry—I refused to shed any more tears. Not now.

"Why? You wanted to talk, right?" Maximus sneered, a sadistic glint in his eyes. "Let's talk. Or maybe you'd prefer to join the four of us? An extra whore wouldn't bother us."

"I'm not your fucking whore!"

"Yes, you are! A mistress's daughter is meant to be just that—a whore to be used and discarded," his grip on my jaw felt like it could snap my bones in half.

"For a moment, we actually believed you weren't like your mother," Leonardo chuckled as he unbuttoned his shirt, his gaze fixed on me. "But by showing up here today, you've proved you're exactly like her. What did you expect? Us not to suspect your mother? If she indeed had the guts to kill our mother, she'd die, and before her, it'd be you."

Coming here was a terrible mistake.

They already knew part of the truth, and just as I feared, they sought revenge from me. Like every other sin my mother had committed, I'd have to pay the price for this.