Chapter 5 Chapter 5

(Celine's POV)

"Oh no! What am I going to do?" I pondered, getting out of the bathroom. I was wrapped in only a white towel around my chest.

I knew that Jace wanted to sleep with me tonight, and I guess this was the right time to inform him that I was not my sister. How could I continue with this deceit? What if he found out?

What do I do? I paced about the bedroom as I wasn't even with my phone. I could have contacted Clara and asked for her help. She was a good liar and smarter than me.

"Dammit. Should I lie that I am on my period?" I clutched my belly as I was scared once Jace found out the truth—that my family and I had tricked him into marrying me.

Yeah, my sister and I were slimmer, but as Clara and I grew into adulthood, I didn't keep up much with her, and I got tired burning calories like her, who wanted to be fit at all times.

"Babe," Jace got out of the bathroom and saw me sitting on the bed as I stopped pacing about when I heard the shower stop.

"Babe," Jace removed the towel from his waist, and I immediately glanced away.

I felt like I was committing sin, seeing my sister's husband's body. Though Jace and I got married, I knew that I was the substitute for my sister.

"My love, what's wrong? You don't want to take a look at my body? Did I do anything wrong to offend you?" Jace asked as he drew near me on the bed. Feeling his hot body against mine made me nervous and sent chills down my spine.

I gulped hard and told him, "No, it's not that I don't want to look."

Jace took my hand and placed it on his cọck, and I gasped, "Ah! What are you doing?"

"I am all yours, my love. You don't have to act shy around me. If this is what marriage causes you to behave like, then we should have remained unmarried," he said, watching my face, and I frowned.

I thought about how Clara would have reacted happily if she was the one touching Jace's cóck, but I was not her, and I was not in love with her fiancé.

"Clara," Jace called my sister's name and kissed my neck. "I cannot wait to have you tonight. Please." He begged me, kissing my lips passionately, and he laid me on the bed, not giving me a chance to explain myself to him.

"Jace, stop," I wanted to tell him the truth—that I was not Clara. I was not my sister, and I didn't want to have sex with him.

"What's wrong, babe?" Jace asked as he stopped kissing me and looked at my face.

"I..." I couldn't tell him the truth. I didn't want my sister to hate me. I had always done what Clara wanted. But this... I shut my eyes, unable to reveal the truth.

I thought about Clara sacrificing her marriage for an award, and I gulped hard.

"Don't worry, I will be easy on you, okay? It's not the first time we are doing it. So don't be shy," Jace spoke to me softly, making me speechless.

"Mmm." He kissed my lips, my cheeks, and my neck as he trailed his hot lips down to my chest.

"Jace," I moaned his name, and he murmured, "I like how you moan my name, baby."

Jace sucked on my right brẹast first—very hard, switching positions with my left brẹast so that I became so wet.

I wanted to stop him and push him off, to remind him that he was mistaking me for my sister. But at the same time, I didn't want to look at his unclad body.

Jace parted my legs and massaged my entrance with his phallus, and I gulped hard.

"Are you ready, baby?" Jace asked me, pushing his way in me, as I felt my body opening to accommodate him.

"Jace," I gasped as he pushed his way in, and he stiffened.

"What did you do to your body, Clara? Why are you so tight down there like a virgin? Dammit. Is this why you didn't want me to touch you?" Jace accused me, thinking I was Clara, but I shook my head as I sobbed.

"No. You can continue." I was in tears, unable to believe so much I had to endure to make my twin sister happy. I had always placed her happiness before mine.

"Why are you crying?" Jace asked, wanting to withdraw, but I held him back as he lay on me.

"Please, don't stop."

"But you are in pain and so tight," he worried, and I nodded.

"It will cool off. Just do what you want," I told him, and he looked at my face in confusion as he didn't withdraw.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you. You shouldn't have told me you did something to your body. I never complained about your body. So why did you have to tighten it?" Jace muttered, subtly angry, and I swallowed hard.

"I am sorry. I just didn't know that you would get annoyed." I mimicked how my sister talked whenever she was angry.

Jace calmed down, and I knew that he loved my sister dearly.

"It's alright. The goal is to get you pregnant tonight. So get ready to take all of me," Jace said as he pushed himself deeper into me, and I groaned.

Jace held me firmly on the bed and continued slamming his hips hard against mine, and I didn't know how many times I had climaxed as he spun me around in different angles. Like he said, his goal was to make me pregnant.

I moaned, cried, and later passed out on the bed, as I heard Jace get his release and moan so loudly in my ear in satisfaction.

"Babe," Jace shook me on the bed, but I had already lost consciousness.

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The next morning, I nervously awoke as it was Sunday. I was expecting to see an angry Jace on the bed, and maybe he had found out that I wasn't my sister. But he was rather sleeping peacefully.

I stole a look around the vast bedroom. It looked like a prince's room as I hadn't taken the time to admire the room the previous night—let alone the man who took my virginity.

My twin sister's husband.

I was still surprised that Jace hadn't found out yet that I was not Clara, and I recalled last night between us. Jace didn't use any protection either.

"Oh no!" I gasped, knowing that I was in my fertile period, and I looked at his face as he was sleeping peacefully and looking breathtakingly handsome.

My eyes shifted to his thin lips that had kissed me several times the previous night; knowing that he had used those same lips to kiss my sister made me a little jealous. But I smacked my left cheek to remind myself that I was only her substitute and I shouldn't fall in love with my sister's fiancé.

However, I couldn't help but admire Jace's humor and how he took care of me last night.

"Was that how he took care of Clara?" I pondered, but Jace awoke and met my gaze on him.

I blushed and swiftly looked away as I wasn't expecting him to catch me admiring him.