I Bought The Twins Now They Own Me
And then she threw him at me like a stray shed lost interest in.
So I cared for him. I nurtured him, watched him grow from a boy into a man, his body becoming strong and powerful under my roof. But his eyes were always fixed on my sister, and in them, I saw only hatred for me, the woman he believed had torn them apart.
He killed me in my sleep. A brutal, intimate betrayal before he set my entire world on fire.
Then, I opened my eyes.
And I was reborn.
This time, I went straight to the bar. This time, I bought the twin fox Beastkin, the ones with eyes that promised sin and salvation all at once. Two tails, sleek and silver, were already tracing patterns against my skin before the ink was dry on the contract.
Sweet Ava, one of them purred, his voice a low thrum against my ear. If you cant tell us apart, there will be a punishment.
1
The air in the club was thick with smoke and secrets. I let my gaze drift over the Beastkin attendantsall muscle and curated charmbut my interest didnt spark until my eyes landed on a booth tucked into the shadows.
There they were. A pair of fox twins.
They wore tailored server uniformscrisp white shirts, black silk veststhat seemed more like high fashion than work attire. Fox ears, silver-white and alert, twitched above their dark hair. The top buttons of their shirts were undone, black bowties hanging loose, revealing the elegant lines of their necks. In the dim, hazy light, they were intoxicating.
One was the epitome of gentle grace, every movement so fluid he looked like hed stepped out of a classical painting.
The other was all fragile beauty, his eyes wide and faintly red-rimmed, inspiring a desperate, primal urge to protect him.
The manager, following my gaze, practically trembled. Miss Sinclair, he stammered, his voice hushed. Anyone but them. Theyre
He never finished. A cool glance from the booth cut him off, and he snapped his mouth shut.
The one with the gentle face, the graceful one, picked up a tray of drinks and approached my table. He bowed, a perfect, elegant arc of his body. Miss, he said, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey. My brother and I are in a difficult situation. Our fathers debts are substantial. Would you consider buying a bottle?
His twin stepped up beside him, his voice a shy whisper. Wed be willing to do anything for you, maam
I was drowning in their beauty. The question escaped my lips before I could stop it.
How much to buy you both?
2
Every human, upon coming of age, is granted the right to register a Beastkin companion. Its a rite of passage, a status symbol, a partnership.
I am Ava Sinclair. The Sinclair heiress.
Id turned my back on the family empire to chase my own dream, carving out a name for myself as an actress. I hid my background, wanting to succeed on my own terms. But my face was my fortune, and coupled with a talent for the craft and a carefully curated public image, Hollywood had been good to me.
Then my cousin, Audrey, returned from her studies abroad and, in a grand show of familial duty, volunteered to take over the Sinclair Corporation. To prove her maturity and compassion, she registered the weakest, most pitiable merman from the Blackwood Registry, Finn. But then came the performance: she was embarking on a charity mission to rural West Virginia, shed cried, and it was simply no place to care for such a delicate creature. She begged me, with perfectly crafted tears, to look after him for her.
In reality, she was disgusted by him.
I, on the other hand, had longed for a Beastkin companion for years. But my father, a man who valued pedigree above all else, always dismissed them as beneath our station. Hed forbidden it.
So when Audrey pleaded, I caved. I took Finn in.
I never imagined his heart was made of sea-stone.
I poured my affection into him. I gave him everything. But his gaze was always distant, fixed on a memory of Audrey. He grew to resent me, convinced I was his jailer.
So he murdered me and burned my house to the ground.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day. The day Audrey saved Finn. This time, however, I was lounging in an exclusive, underground bar.
My phone buzzed incessantly with messages from her.
I ignored them.
My attention was entirely captivated by the breathtaking fox twins. And a new, audacious idea was beginning to form.
3
My assistant, Chloe, had been pacing anxiously. The moment she heard my key in the lock, she pounced.
Ava, my God! If your father finds out you were in a place like that, hell have my hide. Hell have your hide.
My father had always been strict with me. Other heiresses had cycled through a dozen Beastkin by the time they were my age, but I was expected to remain pristine, untouched.
When Chloe saw the two fox Beastkin trailing behind me, she froze.
Whowhat are?
I found them at the bar, I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. They looked pathetic. It was an impulse buy.
Chloes jaw dropped. The world had changed, and human-Beastkin relations were governed by strict protocols. The only legal way to acquire a companion was through an official, sanctioned Registry.
The only exception was the mysterious Hale family. The Fox Kin.
They ran the largest casinos in the country, their power absolute and untouchable. The only reason Chloe had even agreed to let me go to that bar was because it was Hale territorya neutral ground where the Beastkin attendants were famously off-limits, their contracts strictly for serving drinks and providing conversation. On-site service, let alone a permanent sale, was unheard of.
And yet, here I was, with two of the most stunning Fox Kin I had ever seen.
I misinterpreted Chloes gaping shock, assuming she was just terrified of my fathers wrath. I patted her shoulder reassuringly.
Dont worry, I was discreet. No one saw me.
One of the foxs tails, a magnificent brush of silver fur, swayed near my hand. I gave it a playful squeeze and found the texture addictive.
Besides, I added, my voice light, its just a bit of fun. Its not like Id ever choose them as my official companions.
Behind me, where I couldnt see them, two pairs of identical eyes narrowed, and a dangerous current passed between them.
4
To celebrate my new acquisitions, Id not only dropped a small fortune on the bars most expensive champagne but had also, in a fit of bravado, drunk far too much of it.
My tolerance for alcohol was notoriously low. One moment I was lucid, the next, the world was tilting on its axis.
A strange heat was coiling in my stomach. I ignored it, my voice a lazy murmur. Alright, thats enough for tonight. Im going to bed.
Chloe nodded, moving to help me to my room, but a figure smoothly intercepted her. It was the gentler twin, the one who moved like poetry. Rhys.
He gave Chloe a small, polite nod, his voice soft but carrying an authority that was impossible to refuse. Miss Ava drank so much because of my brother and me. Its only right that we take care of her.
The other twin, Liam, nodded eagerly, his pretty face a mask of concern. Youve had a long night too, Chloe. We can handle it from here.
Chloe looked into Liams wide, misty fox eyes and, to her own apparent surprise, found herself nodding. She turned and walked out of my penthouse like a woman in a trance.
In my room, the world was a blur. I was lying on the cool silk of my bedsheets, my head spinning, sleep refusing to come. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in shades of silver and black.
My phone on the nightstand lit up, the opening chords of a ringtone about to shatter the quiet. A long, elegant hand shot out and silenced it before the first note could sound. Another hand took the phone and simply turned it off.
A tongue, impossibly warm and slightly rough, like a cats, traced a line across the back of my hand, sending a shiver through me.
In the haze, I felt someone lift my foot. Fingers gently worked at the buckle of my red stiletto.
Click.
The shoe fell to the floor.
A furry tail coiled around my calf. My hand instinctively reached out and grasped it. The tail paused for a fraction of a second, then pressed more insistently into my palm, the fur like silk.
It was ticklish.
As my consciousness finally began to fade, a voice whispered in my ear, a velvet trap.
Ava. Tell me whose tail is this? Guess wrong, and youll have to be punished.
5
I woke to a splitting headache.
A glass of water was being held to my lips. It was Liam. His big, expressive eyes blinked at me, the corners of his mouth turned up in a sweet, shy smile. He was still wearing last nights uniform, the black and white fabric now hopelessly rumpled.
He looked utterly devoted.
Th-thank you, I managed, my voice hoarse.
His gaze was intense, unwavering, as he watched me drink. His fluffy tail gave a happy little twitch. My cheeks grew warm under his scrutiny, and I took another long sip of water to hide my blush.
The bedroom door opened silently.
Rhys entered, carrying a tray laden with a steaming, fragrant breakfast. He placed it on a small table near the bed. It was uncanny how they could share the same face, yet project such different auras. Where Liam was all soft vulnerability, Rhys carried himself with a scholarly elegance. His dark hair fell casually across his forehead, and he wore a pair of thin, silver-rimmed glasses. A single, dark blue gem glittered in his earlobe.
But if you looked closely, you could see a razor-sharp intelligence in his eyes, a glint of steel beneath the gentle exterior.
The night I bought them, Id demanded their files from the bar manager. The report was simple: Ordinary. Clean. Pitiful. Two brothers orphaned by their father's gambling addiction, sold to the bar to pay his debts.
It was the perfect backstory. So perfect that I never once suspected it was a lie, the first move in a game I didn't even know I was playing.
Rhys knelt gracefully, his movements fluid and natural, and slipped a pair of silk slippers onto my feet. At the same time, Liam pulled out the chair at the breakfast table for me, his expression earnest.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from downstairs. A crash, followed by shouting.
In perfect unison, both twins frowned.
I walked out of my room and onto the second-floor landing, looking down into the grand foyer. A merman, his form not yet fully matured, was thrashing against the grip of my household staff, roaring. Ugly wounds on his torso were still weeping blood, a gruesome sight.
Then, he must have caught my scent. The raging stopped. He looked up, his reddened eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying intensity, as if he wanted to devour me whole.
But when he spoke, his voice was laced with a broken, wounded betrayal.
Ava Sinclair, Finn snarled. Why didnt you come for me yesterday?
6
In that instant, I knew. Hed come back, too.
Finn was reborn.
The phantom agony of a blade sliding between my ribs flared in my memory, hot and sharp. I clenched my fists, forcing down the wave of hatred. I turned away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
I gestured to my head of household, Arthur. See to it that I never have to see an unknown Beastkin on my property again.
Arthur bowed. At once, Miss Sinclair.
He was about to signal the security team, but something in my wordsunknown Beastkinseemed to snap Finns last thread of control. With a furious roar, he slammed his powerful tail against the marble floor.
You made me a promise! he bellowed, his voice cracking with rage. You promised youd be with me forever!
His wild eyes caught sight of the two elegant foxes standing just behind me. His fury escalated. He lunged, not at me, but at a nearby pedestal, swiping a priceless Svres porcelain vase to the floor.
It shattered, sending razor-sharp fragments flying. Several pieces embedded themselves in his tail, adding fresh wounds to the old ones.
Was it for them? he spat, venom dripping from every word. Did you leave me to rot at the Registry so you could buy these two filthy foxes?
Even in his weakened state, the primal strength of a merman was formidable. It took more than a dozen of my best security guards to finally subdue him.
I didn't spare him another glance. I turned and walked back into my room, shutting the door on the chaos. The sounds from the foyer gradually faded until there was only silence.
I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows.
I couldnt understand it. I just couldnt. In my first life, I had given him everything, loved him so completely. How could he have been so cruel? How could he have killed me without a second thought?
Liam started to move toward me, a comforting word on his lips, but Rhys put a hand on his arm, shaking his head slightly.
So they just stood there, my two beautiful foxes, silent sentinels in my quiet grief.
Two days later, there was another visitor.
I was lounging in a silk robe when Arthurs respectful voice came through the door.
Miss Sinclair, your cousin, Miss Audrey, is here.
7
Audrey had officially registered Finn at the Blackwood Registry.
But then, the unthinkable had happened. The little investment shed made for her public image, the little sister she used as a dumping ground, had gone silent. Dozens of texts and calls had gone unanswered. To make matters worse, that ungrateful merman had somehow escaped his holding pen.
Tracking him down would cost time, money, and effortresources she couldnt spare, not when she had her own life to live. And that was before considering his volatile temper and delicate constitution. This whole affair had become a PR nightmare waiting to happen.
She needed her patsy. Left with no other choice, Audrey had reluctantly come to my door.
What she wasnt prepared for was the sight of me, her supposedly pure and obedient little cousin, draped languidly across the laps of two stunningly handsome fox twins. If she looked closely, she could see the faint, star-like scatter of red marks on the back of my hand and peeking above the collar of my robe.
I knew exactly why she was here. But I was far too comfortable, far too content in the arms of my new companions, to be bothered with her problems.
There had been a time, in my past life, when things between Finn and me had started to thaw. A brief, hopeful period. Then Audrey had stopped by my villa, ostensibly to visit him. That very night, Finn was drugged. He went into a feverish, violent rut, and I, abiding by my fathers strict rules, refused to touch him. I spent the entire night and the following day by the side of the cold bathtub, replacing the cool water on his skin, talking him through the agony.
Afterward, he accused me of drugging him myself out of jealousy, then playing the saint to mock him.
It wasn't until the night before he killed me that I found it. Tucked away in a forgotten corner of the guest room Audrey always used, I found the empty packet of the very same aphrodisiac.
Thinking of her smiling, treacherous face made my stomach turn. I didnt even have the energy to pretend anymore. My voice was flat, dripping with contempt.
Spit it out, Audrey. I dont have all day.
8
Audrey froze for a second, the crocodile tears shed been summoning drying up before they could fall. She had never heard her sweet, pliable cousin speak to her with such open hostility.
But she was a born actress. She recovered instantly. She bit her lip, her voice trembling with manufactured vulnerability.
Ava, darling I rescued a merman from the Registry, a poor, traumatized soul. But with my charity mission in the mountains taking him with me would be cruel. It could aggravate his injuries. I heard I heard he might have accidentally ended up at your villa the other night
After Arthurs men had subdued Finn, Id had him delivered directly to Audreys doorstep. A few cuts and bruises were nothing to a Beastkin. If he was so devoted to her, then fine. I would be the good Samaritan and let him shatter his own illusions against the reality of her cold indifference.
Im a very busy woman, Audrey, I said, leaning back into Rhyss solid chest. Why would I have time to look after someone elses companion?
The coffee table was covered in magazines, my face gracing half of them. I was an A-list star, a brand unto myself. My net worth eclipsed anything Audrey could ever hope to achieve.
But besides you and Uncle, I have no other family, she pleaded, her voice cracking. I dont know who else to turn to.
Then take him with you, I suggested, my tone deceptively sweet. Im sure your devoted merman would be absolutely thrilled.
I caught a glimpse of a pair of wide, innocent eyes peering from behind the doorway. Finn.
I couldnt resist twisting the knife.
Besides, I purred, running a hand through Liams silky hair. I already have two of my own. I cant have them getting jealous, now can I?
I beckoned with my finger.
Liam, who had been waiting in the wings, immediately scampered over. He knelt on the plush rug at my feet, rubbing his face against my hand like a contented cat. The fur of his silver-white ears was exquisitely soft.
Oh, and by the way, I added.
Audreys face flickered with hope, thinking I was about to relent.
Your companion broke my vase. Youll be paying for it.
In the end, Audrey left with a face like thunder, her credit cards several million dollars lighter. As she walked out the door, Rhyss gaze followed her. The look in his eyes was so cold, so utterly devoid of warmth, that a shiver of pure dread snaked down Audreys spine.
9
With Audrey and Finn out of my hair, the next two days were a blissful escape. It turned out that living with people whose worlds revolved entirely around you was incredibly good for the soul.
The only downside was when they announced they had to leave for a while.
The casino manager contacted our family, Rhys explained, his voice calm and mature as he adjusted his glasses. We have to go back and deal with the final settlement of our fathers debts.
Unlike Liam, Rhys had a natural reserve. He was tall and slender, and his posture created an aura of elegant distance. He also rarely let his ears or tail show.
Except at night.
Two small suitcases were already packed and waiting by the door. All they needed was my permission.
If you need assistance, I can send Arthur to handle it for you, I offered.
Liam pressed closer, nuzzling against my side like an affectionate puppy. Thank you, sweet Ava, but my brother and I can manage this.
Alright, then. Be safe.
Liams ears drooped. He hesitated for a long moment before pressing a small, fluffy object into my palm. It was a keychain, fashioned into the shape of a miniature fox tail.
I made this from my own tail fur, he whispered, his cheeks pink. If you miss me, you can touch it.
I gave the tiny tail a playful squeeze.
In front of me, Liam let out a soft whimper, his blush deepening.
Rhys, standing behind him with his arms crossed, simply raised an eyebrow. Defeated, Liam sighed and reluctantly pulled a second, identical keychain from his pocket. This one carried Rhyss signature scent, a clean, cool fragrance like sandalwood.
10
With Rhys and Liam gone, the penthouse felt unnervingly quiet. Lonely.
I spent the entire day toying with the fox tail keychains. They were small but exquisitely made.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, a dark shape appeared at my window. A head of messy dark hair popped into view.
It was Liam, looking at me with pleading, puppy-dog eyes.
Sweet Ava, he whispered, pressing his face against the glass. Can I please sleep with you tonight? Secretly?
It turned out that Rhys was the pillar of their small family, the one who handled all the serious business. Liam, left with nothing to do, was bored out of his mind. So hed started a new routine: sneaking over to my place every night and slipping back home before dawn.
We made a pact to keep it our little secret from Rhys.
A few days later, sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the music room. I was leaning against the grand piano, my chin propped on my hand, listening to the fox boy play. The melody that flowed from his fingertips was beautiful and poignant, a love song just for me.
When the final note faded, he rose from the bench, leaned in, and brushed his lips against mine.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked at me, his eyes full of a desperate, earnest hope.
Ava, he breathed, asking the question that seemed to consume him. You like me best, right? Even if even if I only have one tail?
He was like a child, always so needy for validation, so jealous of his brother.
I smiled, a slow, indulgent curve of my lips, and murmured the easy lie.
Of course.
11
Out of the blue, I received an offer that sent shockwaves through the industry. The ultra-exclusive luxury brand owned by the Hale familythe mysterious Fox Kinwanted me to be their new global ambassador.
This was unheard of. The Hale family, legend said, was protected by an ancient spirit of their bloodline, which was the source of their incredible luck and power. The current patriarch was a bona fide genius who had cornered the market in nearly every major industry in the country. Their foray into luxury goods was recent, but they operated on a level so far above the rest that theyd never bothered with celebrity endorsements.
This was an opportunity I couldnt refuse.
The campaign was being shot in Paris, which meant Liam and I wouldnt be able to see each other for a few days. On his last night, he was impossibly clingy, a storm of hurt and resentment brewing in his expressive eyes. I treated it like a childish tantrum, soothing him with patient reassurances before boarding the plane the next morning.
The shoot was flawless. The makeup artists and stylists worked their magic, amplifying my features until I was something otherworldly. I came alive in front of the camera, a creature born for the spotlight. The photographer couldn't stop raving.
When we wrapped, my team went to exchange pleasantries with the brand executives. The shoes theyd put me in were exquisite torture, but I didnt want to complain on someone elses set. I excused myself to the restroom for a moment of relief.
I kicked off the heels, leaving them in a corner, and padded barefoot across the cool marble floor. The sound of running water filled the opulent space.
Suddenly, a pair of hands circled my waist from behind. My body was pulled back against a hard chest, and I was lifted effortlessly onto the marble countertop. For a terrifying second, my mind flashed with tabloid headlines of robberies and murders. A cold sweat broke out on my back. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth to scream.
Then a familiar, cool voice cut through my panic.
Miss Sinclair, he said. Its me.
12
Rhys?
He hummed in affirmation. I stared at him, bewildered. What are you doing here?
He shifted me on the counter so I was facing him. Then, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, he produced a pair of stunning red stilettos. After gently wiping the dust from the soles of my feet, he knelt and buckled them on.
They fit like they were made for me. Impossibly comfortable.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the brands original shoesthe spring seasons limited-edition, sold-out-everywhere shoesdirectly into the trash can.
My jaw dropped. Those were the spring limited edition!
Even I would have felt a pang of regret throwing away something so expensive, and Rhys was supposed to have a gambling-addicted father to worry about.
But they were causing you discomfort, he said simply, as if that explained everything.
He rose to his full height and stepped closer, cupping my face in his left hand. His thumb traced the outline of my lips. And then he kissed me.
It was nothing like Liams hesitant, gentle kisses. This was a kiss of possession, of claiming. As he kissed me, a cascade of silver fur erupted behind him. One tail, then two, then three eight. Eight magnificent, silver-white tails fanned out, each moving with a life of its own.
They were like sentient appendages of silk and steel. Two coiled around my wrists, pinning them to the counter. Two more wrapped around my ankles. Others slid beneath the hem of my dress, tracing patterns on my skin. Two of the most mischievous ones burrowed into my lap, demanding attention.
My legs, pressed against his, felt a strange, hard pressure against my calf that made me flinch. I kicked my feet restlessly, my voice a trembling mess.
Rhyswait, somethings notits uncomfortable
He silenced me by moving his lips to my neck, his touch sending a jolt of lightning through my system. I went rigid, my mind short-circuiting.
The fox boy, sensing my reaction, seemed pleased. His tails moved with even more confidence.
Then he lifted his head, his dark eyes boring into mine, and he asked the question.
Me or Liam, he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. Who will you choose, Ava?
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