I was Samuel Hanson's kept woman for three years.

The day I found out I was accidentally pregnant, I overheard his twin brother say, "Sam, I've been pretending to be you and sleeping with your woman for so long. If she finds out, won't she get mad and leave?"

Samuel replied casually, "So what? She's not going anywhere.

"Besides, it's not the first time we've switched.

"Just don't let her get pregnant. That's gross."

I didn't cry or make a fuss. I just kept playing the part of his woman—even though it wasn't really him.

In private, I booked an abortion and bought a ticket to go abroad.

The day I was caught getting the abortion, he lost it and grabbed his brother by the throat, "Who gave you permission to touch her?"

***

The day I found out I was pregnant, I braved the pouring rain and went to the club Samuel usually visited.

By the time I arrived, my hair was already damp.

Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard Samuel's cold voice from inside.

"Had enough fun? When are we switching back?"

His twin, Jimmy Hanson, said, "No way. I'm not done yet."

Samuel frowned. "You didn't touch her, right? You know our rule."

Jimmy paused subtly, then slowly smiled. "What's there to be afraid of? I didn't."

He picked up his wine glass. "But even if I did, you wouldn't really care, would you?"

Samuel hesitated. His expression shifted. "Of course not. Just dirty, that's all."

The room burst into laughter.

"Mr. Jimmy, even playing your brother's girl?"

"Come on, who wouldn't want to, with that face of Michelle's?"

"Her body's insane too. That bouncy ass, ripe and ready."

"Only Mr. Samuel, who's always cold toward women, would stay away from her."

The woman next to Samuel laughed. "Why does Michelle sound like a public toilet—anyone can use her?"

More laughter followed.

I knew that woman.

She was Shania Beaufort, princess of the elite circle and Samuel's childhood sweetheart. He's pampered her all his life.

Someone asked, "Whose idea was it to take it this far?"

Shania raised her brow. "They're too dumb. Of course it was me.

"Michelle would never imagine Samuel had a twin brother.

"You should thank me. Without me, none of you would've had this much fun."

Samuel smiled indulgently. "Yes, you're the smartest."

Someone asked, "I heard Mr. Samuel is marrying Michelle in seven days. Is that true?"

Samuel chuckled. "Of course not. She wants a title, so I played along."

Shania suddenly sat up straight, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"After you two get married in seven days, tell her the truth—that you guys took turns playing with her this whole year. I want to see her reaction.

"Push her into the abyss right when she's at her happiest. Isn't that fun?"

Samuel smiled helplessly. "How old are you? You're still so childish."

Shania pouted. "Childish or not, haven't you always given me whatever I wanted?

"But still, you guys better be careful not to get her pregnant by accident.

"Girls from the slums are real trouble once they're knocked up."

Samuel frowned slightly. "Don't joke like that. None of us ever touched her."

Shania tilted her head. "But what if she's really pregnant?"

Samuel laughed dismissively. "Then she can get lost, right, Jimmy?"

Jimmy was zoning out. Hearing his name, he snapped back and muttered, "Yeah."

I looked down at the pregnancy test in my hand—two lines.

When I ran through the rain to get here, I wanted to tell Shania the news right away.

I really am pregnant.

But now, it seems there's no need.

That afternoon, I scheduled an abortion and bought a plane ticket for the following week.

It was the same day as the wedding.

In the meantime, my sugar daddy would still send living expenses—might as well cash in.

Since they planned to reveal the truth at the wedding and humiliate me, why shouldn't I beat them to it and ditch the wedding, turning their whole script into a complete joke?

Anyway, I've saved quite a bit over the years as a full-time kept woman.

Recently, my savings had grown twice as quickly.

No wonder Samuel kept "forgetting" he'd already transferred money to me—over and over.

Mystery solved. Turns out, Samuel sent it once, and Jimmy sent it again.

I gently touched my secret stash.

I got involved with Samuel back in college.

Shania was my roommate.

She loved playing twisted pranks that ruined people's lives.

In high school, she had one of her silver-spoon friends chase an ordinary girl.

Flowers, luxury goods, designer bags—nonstop.

The girl had never seen that kind of attention and quickly fell for it.

Right before the SAT, Shania told her friend to dump the girl.

Devastated, the girl who used to score well bombed the exam.

Right after it ended, she jumped off a building and ended up in a coma.

Shania went off to college in style and became my roommate.

She set her sights on me—juggling three part-time jobs.

I had to. I was the campus belle with a gambling dad, a dead mom, and a sick grandma.

This time, I became her new game.

And Samuel? He was the leading man she carefully chose for me.

He was a top math student at Harvard University and a campus heartthrob—just one candid photo of him online could garner a hundred million views.

Also the heir to the Hanson Group, with a future as bright as it gets.

Shania picked Samuel to go after me to make me his girlfriend.

According to her script, Samuel would spoil me rotten with money.

Then once I got used to it all, he'd dump me—crushing me with the fall.

Samuel really did treat me well.

He kept giving me gifts, cared about my background, forbade me from working, and surprised me with something new every day.

But I was a hoarder.

However much money he gave me, I saved it all.

The jewelry he gave me? I never wore it—I sold it online at high prices.

I was scared of being poor. Felt unworthy.

The more I saved, the safer I felt.

And I wasn't stupid. I could tell Samuel was acting.

Every time he held my hand, I caught that flash of mockery in his eyes.

I didn't know why he claimed to like me, even though he clearly didn't.

But he was rich and dumb.

So I kept hoarding because opportunities like this don't come twice.

We dated like normal couples—held hands, hugged, and kissed.

In winter, I even knit him a scarf as a gift.

The day my grandma got seriously ill, I asked Samuel—for the first time—for an expensive birthday present.

I remember he froze for a second, then smiled.

I would never forget the burst of glee and amusement in his eyes like a snake finally striking.

They thought I was spoiled now, fallen.

Everything was going according to plan.

The next day, Samuel brought up breaking up.

Shania was waiting to see me fall apart after the breakup—crying, throwing tantrums, threatening to die, clinging to Samuel like a mess.

But she saw that I remained the same. I was still working and attending school. Life returned to normal.

Just for a small bit of freedom—cut my three jobs down to two.

Sometimes I could have steak or seared tuna and have a bottle of fresh milk after meals.

I even gained 1.5 kg.

I didn't beg to get back together, didn't act desperate over Samuel.

Right after the breakup, I deleted all his contacts—clean and complete.

None of it matched her expectations. She threw a fit and said the game was boring.

After that, she started targeting me in the dorm.

She kept hiding nails in my shoes and pouring cold water on my blanket during winter.

Later, my dad lost a ton of money gambling and owed the Hanson family a huge debt.

To pay it back, he offered me compensation.

That was how I accidentally became Samuel's kept woman.

Honestly, I had started thinking maybe I could really live with him.

Samuel was always cold. He never touched me.

But starting early this year, he suddenly began to kiss me.

That night, he came home drunk.

I helped him onto the sofa and made hot tea to sober him up.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me into his lap, and kissed me softly.

I rarely kissed before—almost ran out of air.

He chuckled. "So this is what you taste like. Sweet.

"Next time we kiss, remember to breathe."

That night, he took my virginity.

After that, he began trying all kinds of wild things with me.

He didn't like using condoms.

He liked messing with me when the butler and maids were around.

I could only bite my lip and endure it.

The more I did, the more he seemed to enjoy it.

He had a weird habit—when we were doing it at night, he liked making me call his name over and over.

"What's my name?"

"Samuel, you're Samuel."

"Wrong. Say it again."

"What's wrong with you, Samuel?"

He held back the rage in his eyes.

The more I called his name, the rougher he got.

He was a bit unhinged during sex—like a mad dog that needed to be stroked the right way.

But he liked being affectionate, loved kissing me, knew my stomach was weak, and made me porridge to help.

On my birthday, he set off fireworks all night over Cambridge.

As they exploded in the sky, he stroked my head and said, "Baby, let's live a good life together."

When I had nightmares, he'd wake me gently, hold me close, and whisper, "Don't be scared, baby."

And slowly, I started thinking—I might like him a little.

A few months ago, once again, he pushed me down and refused to use a condom.

I asked, "What if I get pregnant?"

He kissed me. "Then have it. I'll raise it."

Marriage was his idea.

That night, after everything, he leaned over me and said, "Baby, don't be my lover—be my partner."

Looking back now, from the very first time we slept together, that man probably wasn't Samuel—it was Jimmy.

And the proposal was just another prank.

I really did want to keep this child.

But now, it no longer seems worth it.

Five days left before I leave the country.

By now, I could easily tell the Hanson brothers apart.

Samuel was cold and gloomy, never smiled, and was a total workaholic.

Jimmy loved to act clingy. He had a mole on his abs—I saw it every time he stripped.

I didn't know if Samuel had that mole, as he had never touched me.

This morning, when I came downstairs, Samuel was sitting there, reading a newspaper in gold-rimmed glasses.

"Michelle, dress nicely today. We have guests coming."

I began to think, "He reads the paper in the morning, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and speaks with that distant tone—that's definitely Samuel."

I went back upstairs to change.

By noon, Jimmy came with Shania.

Looking at the face exactly like Samuel's, I pretended to be surprised—just the right amount.

Samuel introduced us, "This is my twin brother. Just got back from a business trip abroad."

Jimmy reached out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

I shook it. "Nice to meet you."

I smiled and continued, "I didn't expect you two to look exactly the same."

Jimmy's expression didn't change at all. His smile was warm and harmless. "There's still a lot you don't know."

Sometimes I really admire him—after all those times we slept together, he still pretends like we're strangers.

Shania laughed. "No need to introduce me. Michelle and I were college roommates."

She grabbed my arm and added, "I heard you're getting married soon. Samuel and I talked—we decided I'll be your bridesmaid!"

Before she finished speaking, the chef came over to tell us the food was ready.

At the table, Shania sat between Samuel and Jimmy.

She rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she asked, "Michelle, have you noticed any changes in Samuel lately?"

I knew why she asked that on purpose.

She just wanted to see me make a fool of myself.

So I played along.

I put down my utensils and nodded. "Yeah, he really has changed a lot this past year."

At that moment, the world seemed to pause.

They all froze.

Especially the Hanson brothers—their faces went stiff.

Then I smiled and blushed slightly. "He's been treating me better. I think I like him more and more."

Samuel glanced at Jimmy, looking pretty upset.

While eating, Jimmy casually peeled some shrimp and placed it on my plate, speaking gently, "Baby, garlic shrimp—no shells. Your favorite."

The next second, we all froze.