Chapter 4 No.4

Stephanie's POV:

At 6'5", Tyler towered over most people, his height and presence immediately commanding attention in any room. His broad shoulders and athletic build gave him the appearance of a man who is both powerful and capable, while his chiseled jawline and neatly groomed stubble add a rugged sophistication to his look. His dark brown hair, slightly wavy, was styled back neatly, revealing a high forehead and adding to his mature yet striking appearance. His hazel eyes are deep and intense, often flickering with a quiet confidence that makes him stand out.

He wore a tailored charcoal gray suit with a crisp white dress shirt, the top button left undone for a slightly relaxed look. A black leather watch sits on his wrist, and his polished black dress shoes complete his effortlessly elegant appearance.

Standing at 6'4", Nicholas is just slightly shorter than Tyler but no less striking. His jet-black hair is tousled and styled to perfection, giving him a casual yet polished look. His sea-blue roving eyes are mesmerizing, their warmth and playfulness setting him apart from his colder twin, Alex. He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a lean, muscular frame.

Nicholas was dressed in a navy-blue suit with a subtle plaid pattern, paired with a light gray shirt and no tie, giving him a refined but laid-back vibe. His brown leather loafers and a matching belt complete his outfit.

Alex, like Nicholas, stands tall at 6'4", with a physique that mirrored his twin's lean muscular build. However, Alex's presence was far colder and more intimidating. His jet-black hair was longer than Nicholas's, slicked back meticulously to enhance his sharp, angular features. His sea-blue, roving eyes are piercing and icy.

A faint scar that I hadn't noticed the night before cut through his left eyebrow, adding to his dangerous appeal, while his perfectly straight nose and high cheekbones give him an almost statuesque appearance. Alex was wearing an all-black ensemble: a sleek black suit, a matching black shirt buttoned to the top, and polished black oxford shoes. He must really have a thing for black.

Aiden, standing at an imposing 6'3", is the embodiment of a rebellious bad boy. His silver platinum hair is styled in a messy, carefree manner, with strands falling over his forehead in a way that seems intentionally undone. His piercing gray eyes are filled with mischief and intrigue, framed by thick lashes that make his gaze impossible to look away from. His sharp jawline, slightly hollow cheeks, and perfectly arched brows give him an edgy and striking appearance. Aiden's tattoos snake up his neck and arms.

Aiden wore a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos, paired with slim-fit black trousers and leather boots. He wears no tie, leaving the top buttons of his shirt undone, and finishes the look with a silver chain around his neck.

At 6'3", Caden matches his twin's height but stands out in every other way. His dark brown hair falls in soft, natural waves, framing his softer and more youthful features. His honey-brown eyes are warm and thoughtful, filled with an intelligence and gentleness that contrast sharply with Aiden's edgy demeanor. His facial features are less angular, with a rounded jawline and a softer nose, giving him an approachable, almost boyish charm.

Caden wore a classic white button-down shirt tucked into beige slacks, paired with brown leather loafers. Over his shirt, he layers a light gray cardigan, giving him a more relaxed and scholarly appearance.

Guess I was too busy last night, running for my life, to notice how hot they all were.

And at that moment, I knew I wanted them.

No, something in me, something I couldn't describe. Something threatening to push its way out of me wanted them.

"My mum needs to be rushed to the hospital." The sight of the cut on her head snapped me out of my thoughts. They exchanged glances with each other before turning to look back at us.

"I'm fine, Stephanie. It's just a minor accident," my mum said, brushing off my concern.

"This is not a minor accident. You need to go to the hospital and get a checkup to make sure no vital organ was damaged," I insisted, but she remained as stubborn as ever.

"Stephanie, I'm fine. The important thing right now is getting everything ready for breakfast. You should go back to your room and change into the dress I left for you," she said, her voice calm but resolute.

I couldn't believe her. After what had just happened to her, the only thing on her mind was having her perfect family meal together. She didn't even care about her own safety. I was beyond irritated. Maybe this was why she left me all those years ago-to chase after a perfect man who could give her a perfect family.

"I won't be joining breakfast. I'd rather eat alone than sit with you and your fake family," I snapped, turning away to leave. But her next words stopped me in my tracks.

"I have an explanation for everything. It's time for you to know the truth. Your life will never be the same after you hear it, but it's better than being kept in the dark for twenty years. If you want to know the truth, you should join us for breakfast."

Without saying another word, I stormed out of the dining room, my anger boiling over.