Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(10)

Not even my parents had an inkling that while I was locked up I was scheming my way to find Willow, kill her, and make her perfect little family mine. This time I wouldn’t fail. This time I would study her, learn her new quirks – her secrets, and make sure I was prepared. This time I wouldn’t go down without a fight. I wouldn’t get involved with a new guy as a backup plan. There would be no need for one. All I wanted was to be a part of their life. If Stoshua decided he couldn’t live without his precious Willow I’d take care of him too. Together they could rot in a shallow grave somewhere they’d never be discovered. As much as I loved him, it was the child I wanted above all. Sharing both of our DNA, she’d be easy to pass off as mine. I’d have a part of Stoshua, and myself. She was my endgame; the only reason I’d kept fighting. That child was supposed to be mine. If her daddy couldn’t forgive me it would be his loss.

At night, when I closed my eyes, I dreamed of our life together – the beautiful little girl with red hair and ringlet curls. What saddened me to no end was being aware of how my parents had pictures of her but kept them from me. They’d purposely never bring her up. Barely did they speak about Willow. I’d get angry about it, but couldn’t react, because then they’d know. They’d figure me out and discover I still had a vicious plan to take what was rightfully mine.

What hurt the most, more than anything at all, was when they did come to visit, they were short and to the point. Was I taking my medications? Had I given any more thought to taking classes while I was locked up? Did I think my mother’s new haircut was suitable for her occupation? When was the last time I thought about my future?

I thought back to when it all started; back to the night I was prepared to send my parents into an early grave for what they’d done to me. I suppose it’s the reason they were withdrawn. I didn’t blame them for my part in how our relationship had severed. I’d lied to them, and threatened to harm them in a fatal way. I’d done inexcusable things to them over and over again, all because I wanted Willow to suffer. In my eyes, back then, I felt like they deserved it. They’d taken away my hope and replaced it with disappointment for as long as I could remember. They were the reason I’d been cast aside for, what they assumed was, a better version of me. It was always Willow this – Willow that. I’d heard it so many times I stopped counting. When they called me a monster, it was because of my upbringing. It was their fault. They did this. Still, given the chance to end their lives – to shoot them, I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t look into my mother’s eyes and pull that trigger. Had I done it, maybe I’d be free right now. I wouldn’t have my sister’s baby, but Rafe would still be alive. Not one single day goes by where I don’t think about the way his life ended. He’d bent over backwards for me, only to lose everything. I never had to seduce him to do my dirty work, because he genuinely wanted to do whatever it took to be with me. Sure, I’d told him lies about Stosh, making him out to look like a verbally abusive husband, among other things.

I didn’t regret much in my life, but Rafe was an exception. We could have been happy together, even if he wasn’t my first choice. I wished I could have turned back time and kept him out of my life. I was wrong to involve him in such a dangerous situation, especially after knowing how crazy in love he was with me. He’d gone out without speaking to me and purchased a gun. He feared for my life, because I told him my sister was out to get me. He thought I was innocent.

The poor man was willing to go to extremes for me; to move us out of the country so they wouldn’t be able to track us down. He was okay with me kidnapping a newborn baby and making everyone believe she was ours. My web of lies left him vulnerable to repercussions. His life ended tragically, because of me. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

Shaking off the ill feeling of being at fault for someone’s life, I went back to worrying about Mikael. With him being my only way out of the institution, I couldn’t exactly piss him off. I had to tread lightly, because risking my future wasn’t an option. There was too much at stake, and I needed to act while my niece was still too young to understand. There was a good chance Stoshua would figure me out. If it happened, he’d have to go too. I had to make sure I could convince my niece I was her mother, and if that didn’t work, her new caregiver, because I had every intention of letting her know both her parents were dead. If my plans worked out in my favor I’d have Stoshua by my side, because he would rather be with me than die.

My decision might be heartless, but it was final.

I didn’t need people looking for us. The less family around to worry, the better. My parents would stop at nothing if someone harmed their precious favorite daughter. I’d had plenty of time to think about how I was going to do it and make it appear like an accident. By the time they found their bodies they’d be hard to identify, and I’d be long gone, living it up in another country with a child of my own.

All I had to do was get free.

Waiting was daunting.

Failing wasn’t an option.





Chapter 5


It was late; probably past midnight when I heard the door opening to my room. I knew it was Mikael, but assumed he’d come to take me back to his secret love room and relieve some stress. I had no idea he’d toss a set of clothes in my direction and look back to verify he hadn’t been discovered. He put his finger up to his lips, warning me to stay quiet as he pinned me between his hard body and the door. Mikael’s lips grazed my ear. “It’s happening tonight, my love. You were right. I need to make a choice, and I’m choosing you.”