Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)

Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)

Jennifer Foor



Preface


Being a twin is supposed to have it’s perks. From a young age we’d learned to switch places and fool people. It used to be a game. It was fun.

As I sat in jail awaiting my trial, for multiple charges including attempted murder, I often wondered how things had gone so wrong. Why couldn’t I have the life I wanted – her life? Why didn’t Stoshua Wheeler love me instead of my sister Willow? Why was she born special, while I was the disappointment?

Willow wasn’t my best friend. We may have shared DNA, but she had everything I wanted, and I hated her.

I never expected her to come visit me. The first time was before I was sentenced. She came in looking content, fatter, and comfortable. I could see it in her eyes she was trying to hide her real emotions. She may have been na?ve, but I knew deep down inside she felt guilty for me being locked away, while she was f*cking the man I loved.

I didn’t flinch when she sat down across from me, as if being close to me was a daunting task. “I didn’t think you’d come.” It was true.

“I wasn’t going to,” she replied sarcastically.

I fidgeted with my hands, unable to keep looking her in the eyes without calling her out for being so fake. “I thought a lot about what I wanted to say to you.” I was prepared to bite my tongue and keep it cordial, or else I’d have to hear my parents badgering me before they decided to stop sending money to my commissary account. The cafeteria food was awful, and I liked being able to buy whatever I wanted with an unlimited amount to spend.

“Spill. I don’t have all day. Stoshua is taking me out to our favorite restaurant and I promised him I wouldn’t be late.” She was purposely bragging about her happy life to get a rise out of me. I had to keep my cool; to act appeased for her. In the long run it would pay off.

“It must be nice.”

“Oh, it is. Everything turned out perfectly. I’ve never been so happy.”

I wanted to gag. Part of me wanted to stand up and smack the shit out of her. “How’s he doing without legs?”

“Screw you!” She stood up and stared me in the eyes. I’d obviously gotten under her skin. Two could play mind games. “This was a mistake. You aren’t worth the time.”

When I tried to look away I saw a baby bump.

She interrupted my train of thought. “What’s wrong, Ivy? Cat got your tongue?”

This was where she knew she’d gotten to me. Her expression was cruel and practiced. “I didn’t believe it. I thought you were lying.”

“We kept it from you the whole time, Ivy. How does it feel to be lied to? How does it feel to know that I have everything you’ve ever wanted?”

I hated knowing hot tears were forming in my eyes. “Stop it!”

She leaned in so the guard couldn’t hear her taunting me. “How does it feel to know you will never have my life? You will never feel what it’s like to have someone love you and you will never, ever, know what having your own child is like. You reap what you sow, sis. This is where you belong.”

When she began to leave the room, I grabbed her by the wrist. “Will, wait!”

She pulled away. “What do you want? Did you think I was going to come here and just forgive you? You’re insane! You took everything from me and then tried to end the lives of everyone that ever gave a damn about you. I hope you rot in Hell.”

“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t, but now more than ever I had to be the better person. My sister had just awakened an evil part of me I was trying to keep from letting out. This was war, and she would pay.

She seemed pissed, but nothing compared to the way I wanted to rip out her throat and dance around in a puddle of her blood.

She kept scorning me like I was a child. “You’re not sorry, Ivy. You did it on purpose. Apologies are for something you didn’t mean to happen. You planned all this. Are you happy with yourself? How does it make you feel to know Stoshua and I bought a house together? We wake up in our bed and make love whenever we want. You think just because he can’t walk that we can’t make love? My name is the only one he says when he sleeps. It’s our baby’s room that he’s helping decorate. I hope you like your little ten-by-ten cell. Was that in your plan too?”

I had to look away before I hauled off and decked her.

Willow kept running her mouth. “I loved you more than anyone for our whole lives. I would have done anything for you. It’s a shame you didn’t feel that way about me. We could have been a family. You could have been an aunt to my children. I really do hope you’re happy with yourself.”

When she left the room, I wiped my tears away, gritting my teeth and coming up with a way to get my revenge.



She visited me once more two years later, after begging my parents to help me see her again. I knew if everyone was convinced I’d changed, they’d begin to see me as the victim. I’d pleaded with my parents to get her to visit, in hopes of making her believe I wanted her back in my life. I needed her to feel comfortable so she’d start making mistakes; she’d come out of hiding and leave me breadcrumbs I could use for later. Once I had her trust, I’d be able to put the next step of my master plan into motion. I’d be able to take what I wanted with little effort, because she would lead me right to them.

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