Marry the Twins

A handsome man with a perfect body shape idolized by women looks dashing when wearing a white tuxedo suit. Yes, today is a big day! Because today was the day he had been waiting for the past five years.

"Perfect!"

The handsome man exclaimed when he saw his reflection in the big mirror right in the groom's dressing room.

"Perfect! You look so handsome, Young Master."

The makeup artist also praised the groom's good looks. Kleiner Rutherford Stonevrustarios, is the sole heir to a family company engaged in hotel, casino, and fashion. His business was not only successful in the country, but also spread from Europe to Asia. Today, on September 14 to be exact, Kleiner will marry the woman whom he has kept in a bond of engagement for five years.

***

The Rutherford Hotel located in London will witness the wedding of the heir to the Stonevrustarios family this afternoon. His black hair was neatly combed and now, he was standing in front of the bride's dressing room.

With a beaming face, the man who is now 27 years old holds the handle of the door of the bride's dressing room. He was about to open the door, but he quickly gave up his intention when he heard a noise from inside the room.

"Ciara! Stop crying!"

There was the scream of a middle-aged woman, who was wearing the best maroon dress in her entireーDeslivear Demougust, or who was usually called Lily.

"Because it'll only ruin your dull makeup!"

Kleiner was busy listening to a woman yelling and cursing someone, but he didn't know who the woman was cursing at. Faintly, he began to hear a scream that deafened the eardrums for anyone who heard it.

"Enough, Mom! Will my sacrifice not satisfy you and Dad?"

Vyschella Ciara Demougust asked the mother in a trembling voice.

"I don't want this marriage either!"

The 21 years old girl's tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.

"Cyra is much prettier and smarter than you! Of course, you're nothing compared to her!" Villiana said.

"Yeah, I'm no match for him, but at least ... I'm not tarnishing the family's name in public!"

Vyschella cried out in defence with her puffy eyes and there was no glimmer of life in them.

"What are you saying?!"

Villiana was furious. With a flushed face, her right hand was already floating in the air and ready to land on the cheek of Vyschella. However, something unexpected happened.

Crack!

Someone violently opened the dressing room door, who else but Kleiner.

"Mr. Kley!"

Villiana was nervous. Her face turned soft and tense when she saw Kleiner enter the dressing room. She quickly withdrew and hid her hand earlier. She brought her mouth close to her daughter's ear.

"Ciara, quickly hide your face and wipe those rotten tears of yours!"

"Is my bride ready?"

Kleiner asked as his eyes swept across the room, and he found something interesting and also intrigued him for a long time.

"Soon, Young Master."

Villiana answered the question asked by Kleiner while covering Vyschella's body so that Kleiner wouldn't see it.

Did Villiana forgot or was she stupid? Because Vyschella's reflection was visible in the large mirror, where Kleiner was standing staring at her.

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

Kleiner grabbed a chair that was nearby. He sat quietly as he continued to stare in the mirror.

Villiana grew nervous when Kleiner spoke the last sentence. She walked up to the laudatory figure of women all over the country and tried to get him out of the bride's dressing room at all costs.

"YoーYoung Master, it's not good for a couple of brides-to-be to meet. You'd better wait in the waiting room!"

Villiana tried to convince Kleiner. She had to be able to get Kleiner out of this room or her plan would fail miserably.

"Oh, okay."

Kleiner resigned himself to Villiana's treatment, but did not give up so easily when he saw the figure of a different beautiful woman who would soon marry him.

"See you at the altar, Cyra."

Kleiner feigned ignorance of the Demougust family's plans. And, not a single word came out of Vyschella's mouth.

***

Villiana led Kleiner into the waiting room at a quick pace. Her heart seemed to want to leave its place.

"Please, Young Master!"

Clack!

Villiana opened the door carefully. She followed Kleiner into the waiting room, which was right next to the bride's dressing room.

"Young Master, pardon me! But it's really not good, if the two of you run into each other," Villiana explained carefully so as not to offend the young master. She put on a face of empathy as a mask this time.

"Go and bring Cyra to me at the altar later! I can't hardly wait!"

Kleiner ordered Villiana calmly.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Hmm, Mrs. Lily, is there nothing you wanna talk to me about?"

Kleiner tries to uncover the Demougust family's crimes against him. Villiana felt herself threatened, she immediately shook her head.

"No, Young Master. I've nothing to discuss with you at this time."

"Good! I hope for the future, there'll be no more moments like this!"

Kleiner threatened Villiana. His sharp eyes glanced at Villiana and found her body shaking. Villiana was indecisive and frightened. Now, she could only nod slowly.

"Yes. Excuse me, Young Master."

***

10 minutes had passed since Villiana left the waiting room. Currently, the people from the groom's side were busy. Not busy preparing for today's big event, but busy looking for the bride, who ran away on their wedding day, namely Villearisa Cyra Demougust.

"Oscar, is there any progress?"

Kleiner asked his assistant curtly while blowing cigarette smoke into the air. He looked out the waiting room window and hoped that his men would find Villearisa.

"Not yet, Young Master. Detectives are searching every bus stop, station and airport in the city."

The assistant, who had served Kleiner for the past ten years tried to explain this matter to him.

"Find her alive!" Kleiner ordered it while glancing at the assistant.

"Sure, Young Master." Oscar answered with a bit of fear. Afraid if the master is really going to fire him because he hasn't found his fiancé yet. "Come on, Young Master! It's time!"

"Yes," said Kleiner. They walked outside towards the altar that had been decorated in such a way.

A serene atmosphere enveloped the room. Everyone looks anxiously waiting for the couple's holy vows to be valid soon.

Now, Kleiner stood before the priest, who was about to marry him off to a surrogate bride.

Clack!

Enter the bride along with the fatherーDrake Carrington Demougust. They walked slowly accompanied by a group of bridesmaids.

All eyes are on the bride, who looks gorgeous and charming.

Dugh! Dugh! Dugh!

Kleiner's heartbeat quickened as the bride drew closer to him. He could clearly see and distinguish who the bride he was going to marry was, and he knew that everyone here had been deceived by the Demougust family.

"They're twins, but not the same," Kleiner said in a low, barely audible voice. "Maybe they think that I'm blind!"

Kleiner extended his right hand to Vyschella, and the woman who would become his wife welcomed his outstretched hand. Kleiner continued to stare at Vyschella without blinking.

'She's so extremely gorgeous,' Kleiner praised in his mind. 'More beautiful than any gemstones,' he praised again.

Without realizing it, Vyschella looked at Kleiner intently before finally looking down in shame.

With a straight face and a deep voice, Kleiner made a vow of allegiance to life and death and vice versa. Kleiner knew that the woman beside him was crying, but he still put a diamond ring on her right ring finger.

Guests lined up to congratulate the newly-wed couple, who had just gone through the thrilling oath of allegiance. A fake smile appeared on their lips.

"Congratulations, Cyra!"

"I couldn't be happier for you, Cyra!"

"You really deserved it, Cyra!"

The friends, whether it was Villearisa's friend or Kleiner's friend, took turns congratulating the bride.

"Thank you."

Vyschella replied to the friend's words with a slight smile. Nervous and confused, that's how she felt right now.

Kleiner never took his eyes off Vyschella, who he thought was more beautiful than his fiancéーVillearisa. 'Why do I think that's weird, anyway? Obviously, my only woman is Cyra!' he cursed himself.

***

Kleiner left Vyschella alone at their wedding reception. Since some of their close friends congratulated him, Kleiner just disappeared until the event ended in deep sadness for Vyschella.

"Young Master!"

Oscar stood beside his master while bowing slightly.

"What's wrong? Is that boring crazy show over?"

"That's right, Young Master. The guests have left, and the event is over. Then, do you wanna see Miss Cia now?"

"Don't be crazy, Oscar! I don't love her!"

Kleiner didn't stop screaming at his assistant as he downed the last of the wine he was holding in his hand.

"I'm so sorry, Young Master because after all, Miss Ciara is your legal wife." Oscar said trying to wake his master. Kleiner's head started to feel dizzy, not dizzy because of life's problems that came and go, but dizzy because he was still reminded of the charm of beauty that Vyschella had earlier.

"What's her name?"

"Vyschella Ciara Demougust," Oscar replied firmly.

"What's her nickname?" Kleiner lightly massaged his forehead. He began to feel the effects of alcohol on him.

"Miss Ciara," Oscar replied again.

"Who's her ex-boyriend?"

Oscar raised one eyebrow when he heard Kleiner's strange question. "Hmm, nothing, Young Master."

"Huh? What? You mean, she's never been in a relationship with another man at all?"

Kleiner didn't seem to believe what the assistant said.

"That's right. That's some of the data I received from our detectives."

"Then, what about the other data?"

"I sent it 10 minutes ago to your smartphone, Young Master," Oscar explained patiently.

"Oh yeah? I haven't opened it yet."

Kleiner couldn't believe what Oscar said. He reached for the smartphone that was placed on the table right next to the empty wine bottle. Deftly, he opened his smartphone and his eyes began to read the writings that were there. His eyes were fixed on one sentence and rounded perfectly.

"Oscar?"

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Is it true that all the data you sent?"

"Is there something wrong, Young Master?"

The look on his master's frustrated face made the assistant think hard. Oscar knew what his master wanted to say, but why did he persist in not continuing his question?

Oscar did not lose his mind, he tried to provoke Kleiner again with various questions.

"Young Master, do you know that Miss Cia was tormented when she was in the Demougust mansion?"

"I don't even care if that woman lives or dies!"

Kleiner stood up. He straightened his clothes for a moment. Before walking away, Kleiner briefly glanced at Oscar.

"From now on, don't let the Demougust family come in my mansion!"

Kleiner walked away, leaving Oscar, who was still trying to digest every word that came out of his master's spicy mouth.

"Young Master, wait for me! Do you wanna go home now?"

Oscar ran after Kleiner, who had disappeared behind the waiting room door.

"It's really troublesome every time he's in a bad mood," Oscar said quietly.

"Alone in the room drinking wine, screaming and cursing incoherently. What does he want?" Oscar grumbled as he continued to run.

The elevator door opened. Kleiner and Oscar went in there. Oscar pressed the one button on the elevator.

"Young Master, are you going home now?"

"Isn't it late at night, Oscar?"

Kleiner answered his assistant's question as he looked at the limited edition luxury watch that was wrapped around his right wrist.

Oscar followed Kleiner's gaze, and he covered his mouth with both hands. "Oh my! That's right, Young Master."

"Get the car ready!"

"Of course, Young Master."

Oscar grabbed his smartphone from his pocket and called the driver to pick them up at the lobby of the Rutherford Hotel and Casino.

The Rutherford Hotel is one of the most luxurious hotels owned by the Stonevrustarios family. The hotel with complete facilities and the grandest casino ever in the UK really spoils the visitors. The news circulating said that currently the Stonevrustarios family is building their second hotel in one of the developing countries in Asia, namely Indonesia.

With gallant steps, Kleiner walked into the lobby, followed by Oscar. Wherever he is, Kleiner is always the subject of attention, but not only women but also men.

"Young Master, the car is waiting," Oscar announced.Kleiner, who was currently still in a bad mood had no intention of opening his mouth to reply to Oscar's words which were considered too talkative.

"Please, Young Master," said Ivan, the driver.

Kleiner got into the car, as did Oscar, who entered through the door next to him.

"Is that woman already in my mansion?"

Ivan glanced at Kleiner from the windscreen, while Oscar glanced at him directly at the cold, sharp-mouthed man beside him.

"Yes, Young Master. I brought her by myself," answered Ivan.

"Oscar, find the most luxurious car with the most complete facilities in this country along with a private driver, who can take care of it!"

"Whーwhat?!"

Oscar couldn't believe what he just heard. He covered his mouth with both hands.

"Is your brain empty? Or is there only 1% left?"

Kleiner glanced at the assistant with a bright red face. Suddenly, making the man he glanced at shuddered.

"IーI see, Young Master. I'm just surprised you protected Miss Cia."

Oscar tried to express his opinion to Kleiner while defending himself.

"Great!"

Kleiner fiddled with his smartphone as he ordered Ivan.

"Go faster, Van!"

Kleiner gave orders to the driver with emotions still running high.

"What did you just say?! I protected her?!"

Kleiner thought for a moment, remembering Vyschella's face at the altar earlier. It was clear that the face of the woman, who was now his legal wife, was filled with sadness that seemed to have been hidden by Vyschella from this world for a long time.

***

After wasted times for 2 hours and 15 minutes, Kleiner's car stopped at a large and magnificent mansion. This Victorian-style mansion is located in Birmingham, which is one of the largest cities in UK.

"Please, Young Master," said Ivan, opening the car door.

Kleiner walked over rushing. He started to walk into the luxurious mansion with Oscar.

"Good evening, Young Master."

Two guards opened the front door of the Stonevrustarios mansion. And as usual, Kleiner never answered anyone who greeted him, not even a smile.

"Don't follow me!"

Kleiner deliberately stopped in his tracks so that Oscar would understand his orders.

"Okay ... okay. I'll go back to my place."

Feeling that there was nothing more to discuss with the assistant, Kleiner immediately entered the main mansion with long strides.

Tuck! Tuck! Tuck!

The resounding sound of Kleiner's footsteps invited Sam Dariusーthe black man with curly hair and a burn on his left cheekーto see who came in the middle of the night.

"Oh, you're home, Young Master," greeted Samーthe butler of the mansion, who had worked with the Stonevrustarios since Keiner was a toddler.

"Where's that woman?"

Kleiner walked through the living room, looking left and right.

"Do you mean Miss Cyra, your wife?"

"Who else besides her?"

"I'm so sorry, Young Master. Miss Cyra has been at your mansion for a long time."

Sam answered while showing the rightmost part of the mansion from the main mansion building. Without another word, Kleiner immediately rushed towards the mansion building on the right.

"Then good night and have a good rest, Young Master."

Sam bowed forty-five degrees. He really wanted to know what Kleiner would do when he found out that the woman his master had just married was drinking wine, just as the butler at Kleiner's mansion had told him.

***

Kleiner walked through the only path that connected the main mansion to the mansion he lived in on the right. Seen garden lights that line up neatly illuminating the road and maximum security makes this mansion safe.

"Good evening, Young Master."

Roselly Maxーthe butler at Kleiner's mansion, greeted the newly arrived her master.

"What's keeping you from sleeping so late?"

Kleiner was surprised to see Roselly standing in front of him.

"Yes, Young Master. I was on guard on purpose."

"For what?"

"For Miss Cyra," answered Roselly, lowering her gaze.

"Then, where's she?"

Kleiner walked through the dining room, but his sense of sight had just caught something in the corner of his eye. He immediately backed away to confirm what he had seen.

"Who's been drinking wine?"

Kleiner stared at the following empty wine bottle with the beautiful crystal glass next to it.

"Hmm ...."

"Is that woman?! Tell me, Rose!"

"Yes, Young Master."

Roselly couldn't help it. She didn't even know if her master would come home tonight because the news circulating said that Kleiner would spend the night at his hotel. At least that was what Oscar had told her, and it seemed the assistant had forgotten to tell her about Kleiner's change of plans.

Roselly felt the tense atmosphere instantly. She saw that Kleiner's face turned bright red due to the emotions that were coming his way.

"Tell me, where that woman now?!"

"After returning from the wedding, Miss Cyra waited for you to get bored, and she finally asked me for wine. Then finished it ...." Roselly paused her sentence for a moment. "And then, Miss Cyra went to your bedroom, Young Master."

Roselly knows well what will happen to Vyschella, who has now become the wife of Kleiner. It was certain that the master would lash out at his wife because Kleiner had never liked drunken women.

Without caring about Roselly's words any more, Kleiner immediately turned around and climbed the spiral staircase that stretched out in front of him.

Tuck! Tuck! Tuck!

Now, Kleiner arrived at the second floor, still burning with emotion inside him. He glanced briefly at the master bedroom in the middle.

"What's that woman doing now? She must be fast asleep because she's drunk."

Kleiner was currently lost in his thoughts. Without thinking, Kleiner opened the room door. The lavender scent immediately invaded his sense of smell.

"Where's she?"

Kleiner found the bed empty. He immediately looked for the whereabouts of his wife.

"The bathroom door was left open. What a careless woman!"

Kleiner cursed his wife with a red face and clenched fists.

"What if I don't come in? Is she gonna play crazy behind my back with another guy?"

Loosening his tie, Kleiner walked towards the bathroom which was only blocked by glass as a wall. He slides the bathroom door perfectly without making a sound.

"Shit!"

Kleiner saw his wife from the doorway in the bathtub leaning her head on a small pillow and closing her eyes.

"She has a sexy body. She's so drops dead gorgeous!"

Kleiner was amazed at the beauty of his wife's body. Smooth white skin without the slightest blemish, so charming Kleiner. Kleiner's turmoil flared up. His chest tightened as he wanted to express his desire immediately.

Kleiner took off the clothes he was wearing one by one and laid them on the floor. His sense of sight never missed looking at his wife, who had just turned twenty-one years old.

"Apparently, she's excellent at taking care of her body!"

Kleiner praised his wife quietly. His eyes widened as he stared at the parted pink lips.

Gluck!

Kleiner swallowed his saliva when he faintly saw the sensitive parts of his wife's body visible on the surface of the water.

"What man can stop himself from fucking her!"

Kleiner exclaimed as he headed for the bathtub.

Kleiner got into the bathtub and managed to shock Vyschella half to death.

"Yoーyou ...." Vyschella couldn't dodge any more when Kleiner grabbed her body. "You? What are you ...."

Vyschella could only surrender to the harsh treatment of her husband.

'Doing?' Vyschella continued to herself.

Kleiner wasn't concerned about his wife. He was too enthusiastic about enjoying his first night with his surrogate wife.

"Was I the first man to touch you?"

Kleiner whispered in Vyschella's earlobe.

"Don't think I don't know you're a money-hungry cheap woman. You're gonna date a moneymaker for more money, right? Is my opinion correct?"

"Whーwhat are you saying?"

Kleiner could hear his wife's trembling voice. He smiled mockingly.

"Hummph ...."

Kleiner treated Vyschella harshly, and it must have caused her pain. He saw the beautiful face of his wife, who was now closing her eyes.

***

Gosh!

'Apparently, she's still a virgin!' praised Kleiner in his mind. Kleiner secretly admired Vyschella, who was good at keeping her chaste. There was a certain satisfaction felt by Kleiner.

'Oh, poor me!' cried Vyschella in her heart while looking at her reflection with her husband on the glass wall. She also felt something flowing from her lower body.

The atmosphere of the passionate night that was passed by a newly-wed couple seemed to make the night even longer. Kleiner hadn't stopped torturing Vyschella since thirty minutes ago.

"Turn around now!"

Kleiner gave an order which immediately got a response from Vyschella. The woman turned around according to his orders.

'Her back is so smooth. How can she take such good care of it all this time!' cried Kleiner in his mind. He hugged his wife's body from behind.

"As long as you're married to me, don't expect you to be able to hook up with other men behind me!"

Kleiner took a shower puff and poured shower gel over it. He cleaned his wife's back painstakingly down to her feet.

'Oh? What's this?' asked Kleiner in his heart. He saw the dead skin on the soles of his wife's feet clearly. 'Humph? What did she do to make her legs like this?' His mind began to fill with negative thoughts. However, he still cleaned his wife's body.

"I can clean myself."

Vyschella realized that her husband knew that she was lacking in her legs.

"Don't ever think that I care about you!"

Even so, Kleiner continued to clean Vyschella's body to the end.

Kleiner pulled Vyschella's body under the lit shower. He gently touched every part of his wife's body that was splashed with water. He saw the look on his wife's face that was tired with dark circles.

"It's done! Dry yourself and wait for me!"

After Kleiner gave Vyschella a pink bathrobe, he also cleaned himself.

***

Vyschella dried herself in the room while staring at her reflection in the big mirror. Tears started to flow from the corners of her eyes.

"It's not only my heart that hurts, but also my body ...."

Vyschella immediately wiped her tears because she heard the sound of the bathroom door sliding. She didn't want Kleiner to know what was happening to her.

"I don't want you to sleep before I fall asleep first!"Kleiner exclaimed as he walked over to Vyschella.

"Yes, I'll always obey you."

Vyschella replied to her husband and she tried to stay strong.

"It must be like that as long as you're my legal wife!"

Kleiner hugged his wife and lifted Vyschella roughly. He took long strides while hiding his smile perfectly.

Kleiner carried the beautiful body onto the bed. Not only that, he also began to open his wife's bathrobe so that Vyschella did not wear a single thread.

'Now what?' Vyschella thought in her mind.

"Cyra, warm up our bridal bed!"

Kleiner exclaimed, but it seemed more appropriate to be called an order. He removed the brown bathrobe he was wearing and threw it carelessly.

"Huh?"

"What?!"

"No ...."

"Good, be an obedient wife if your family wants to be safe under my grasp!"

On the other hand, Vyschella looked resigned. She kept trying to survive serving Kleiner, who was never satisfied playing with her.

'This man ... what exactly does he want from me? Why doesn't he feel tired at all?' Vyschella's mind started to rebel, but what could she do in front of the Sexiest Demon?

"Ouhhh ...."

Kleiner wasn't concerned about Vyschella, who started to shed tears in pain at his harsh treatment. He only knows that his desire has not been fully channelled.

What about the principle? Yes, what he sacrificed for this fake marriage must be comparable to what he will get from the woman who is now his legal wife.

"You think, I'm gonna pity you for those fake tears of yours?" Kleiner asked, brushing his wife's hair that covered her beautiful face. "A woman who comes from a lowly family like you, really doesn't deserve my love."

On the other hand, it appears that this proverb fits Kleiner very well. Do men really have this kind of thinking?

"I'm not strong any more," Vyschella whispered. "Can we stop now?"

"Hey, look at you! You overestimate yourself, Cyra!"