Am here for you....
LINDSEY'S POV.
I agreed to go with her because I actually didn't know my way from that place and I was not having any money besides, the security was so tight, looked like it was preventing Satan from entering paradise , as if they had staged it that way specifically for me. Even as we left the place we were escorted by body guards till we reached Rean's villa. How could a place be that heavenly.
" this is beautiful !! " I couldn't help but appreciate
" yeah, I know" she spoke looking at her villa as if it was her first time.
" I got it just recently, I copied Riven's house. It was so breath taking that I couldn't help but plan mine the same way. We just happen to like the same things..." She blinked at me with a smile I didn't understand.
" I hardly thought twins who like the same things exist " I said following her.
" well we do. It is actually hard for hide to hide things from me when we are together, I can tell when he is angry though most people can't tell when he is happy or sad. I understand his pain " she kept becoming more and more emotional as she spoke.
" I want my brother to be happy because that would be my happiness, he has not had any true happiness " she spoke holding my hand, I wish she didn't look like him especially those eyes. I don't like that man at all.
" how can God make him happy yet he has not let others be happy, just because his sister wants something." I pulled my hand away and told her the fact.
" you don't understand these issues,one day you will know, Avery is not as bad as you think she is, she is my sister and I know that." She was defending her family before me who had seen how monstrous they were.
" I don't care just know people ripe what he sow. That will be the case for your brother."I told her then requested her to leave that conversation.
The house was gorgeous. It was all neat with the walls decorated with portraits . Her portrait with her twin when they were younger was the most outstanding of them all. It was taken when they were coming out of a plane while they seemed engaged in a deep conversation. She seemed to have been smiling while he did the talking though he wasn't smiling at all. That guy is Lucifer's son, just that people don't see it. I was so tired so when she showed me the room I was to rest in I just went to bed because I didn't want to think of what had happened during the day. It felt like a whole of events to me. I woke up the next day when Rean invited me to breakfast, I couldn't eat her food. I refused but she insisted I totally refused, she even asked me whether I thought she was going to poison me, I told her anything could happen.
" Am going home now. Thanks for your help yesterday but I have to go." She said nothing for a while.
" I won't stop because I know you will not accept but I just want you to know that my brother is crazy, he only knows how to get what he wants peacefully or by war. Please avoid being on his wrong side, he will do what it takes to let you know he can. I am not threatening you but my words can help you in future. It is better you face him always before making decisions. You are welcome here anytime and just know am happy you are my sister-in-law now."
" I appreciate your words but.... " I decided to end it at that. I searched and found my current location from my home. I left the place, I tried to withdraw some cash but my card was blocked. I would have been doomed if Rean hadn't forced me to take the money she gave me as I left. She must be pretending, she can't be different from her brother .
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing in my house, how could anyone describe what was happening like why on earth was Riven in my house, sitting on my coach and his legs crossed while raised on my small table busy holding my student ID. He was not surprised when I entered, of only I was able to slap that face of his.
" welcome back home wife." He said lifting his head looking at me. Nothing on his face was lacking.
His face carried a quiet geometry—high cheekbones catching the light like pale stone, a jawline clean and decisive, softened only by the calm intelligence in his expression. His eyes were his most arresting feature: not merely a color, but a depth, as if thought and memory moved slowly behind them. When he looked at the world, it felt deliberate, attentive, almost ceremonial.
His hair fell in careful disorder, dark and fine, suggesting both discipline and ease.
Nothing about him appeared accidental, yet nothing felt forced. His posture held a natural composure, the kind that comes not from pride but from certainty—an ease with himself that made the space around him seem quieter.
There was refinement in his movements. Even the smallest gesture—turning his head, lifting a hand—carried restraint and intention, like a well-edited sentence. He did not demand attention; attention found him, lingering, uninvited but unwilling to leave.
What made him truly beautiful, however, was the sense of inwardness he possessed. He seemed composed not only of flesh and bone, but of thought, patience, and a rare stillness. He gave the impression of someone shaped by reflection rather than noise—someone whose presence suggested depth long before he spoke.