Twin Sister STOLE My Billionaire Fiance

Have you ever been in a situation where it is as though you are between the devil and the deep blue sea? Either way, it seemed that you would lose? That was the situation Violet found herself in when she found out that her twin sister had not only been sleeping with her fiancee behind her back but had been posing as Violet while doing it and now, the bombshell - Viola was pregnant for Damien and so, Violet cannot marry him.

But what about the secret she haboured? How was she going to be able to make the right decision? Would she step down for her twin to marry her fiance who was the love of her life and refuse to forgive her fiance for not being able to tell them apart, and had got them all in this big mess? Or should she go ahead and marry him against all odds and risk Damien becoming resentful because marrying her would mean him losing his child in her sister's womb as well as tanishing Damien Douglas' impeccable reputation?

And what was the secret she could not afford to reveal? What will become of it and of her?

But I am jumping the gun. What is this all about?

It is about a young lady called Violet Johnson and this is her story....

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Violet ran and ran, looking back only to find the faceless man chasing her.

He must not catch up with her. She could not afford to be caught.

Her strength was failing, she was becoming exhausted but looking back once more to find the faceless man catching up with her pumped adrenalin into her blood and she ran faster with renewed strength.

She looked back and couldn't find her pursuer and was weak with relief but she made up her mind that she was not going to stop until she got to safety but she reduced her speed because her relief had dispelled the adrenalin and she just wanted to catch her breath and continue to safety. She looked forward only to see her faceless pursuer. It was already too late. She could not turn back the way she came, running back towards the part she was fleeing through, away from this nightmare chasing her was out of the question and she could also not stop herself fast enough as she bumped into his outstretched hands.

His laughter sent goose pimples through her. His arms went round her causing her to feel revulsion. She knew he was going to force himself on her.

He laughed harder in triumph. His laughter was eerie and scary, so scary that she started screaming because of what she felt he would do to her. Her scream woke her and she found that she was in a dark place. She was drenched in sweat and panting.

She was engulfed in fear. She peered into the darkness afraid the man was lurking there but at the back of her mind, she was relieved that it was just a nightmare. She had been having this nightmare repeatedly since it occured and wondered if it would ever stop.

She stood up and put on the bedside lamp and then the switch and everywhere was flooded with light. The brightness made her blink but also made her feel safe.

She went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She could not forget all that had led to her having this nightmare continuously. It was what had made her refuse to trust any man in her life, except for her dad of course and her father's friend who had played a great role in ensuring that the nightmare did not become a reality.

Her mind went back to the event but she pushed the visions and thoughts out of her mind. She refused to think about it or see the pictures that the thought of that occurrence was causing to cloud in her mind.

She had decided to move on and on she would and never look back.

She looked at the clock on her bedside table and it was still two o'clock. She still had about four more hours at least before she could get up and start the assignment of the day. She wondered if she would be able to fall asleep again. She was scared that she would dream of him again. She thought of picking one of her novels to read till it was time to get up but she decided against it.

She thought of happier events and though it took a bit of time, she soon calmed down, her frayed nerves back to normal and she was able to go back to sleep. Luckily, she did not dream again and in the morning, she woke refreshed.

She had so much to do with her life and not to think about those who are not worth it. She could not waste her time on them at all.

Violet Johnson was a twenty two year old girl with pale gold hair and a slim body. She was a very jovial and trusting person. Well, that was before the event had taken her ready smile away from her face and eyes. She had trust issues now, especially where it concerned men.

She had blue eyes that reminded someone of the blue seas and her ready smile lit up the room. Her cheeks had been chubby before she lost her baby fat and grew into a serious minded slim young woman from the chubby carefree girl of fifteen she had been.

She had wanted to be a police officer like her father but her father had felt that it was not a good enough job for a female and had sent her to college to complete her studies. But the fact still remained that the job of catching criminals and getting the law to punish them for their crimes still held a deep fascination for her.

She had often wondered if it was really because she loved her father more than her mother who had abandoned her taking her preferred twin sister with her or because of her experience at the age of fifteen with a friend who betrayed her trust completely and would have ruined her life but for the timely intervention of a friend of her father's. She had been naive and too trusting, thinking no one could be that devious. She had been proven wrong.

She went most times to give her father food at his office during his break hours being a great cook and knowing that her father hated eating out.

She had asked her father about her mother and twin sister often but he had often told her that her mother was free to come back of she wanted but her frivolous lifestyle would not allow her to stay in a remote area such as where they were. She loved the town and he was sure he had brought up his other daughter to be like her.

Valerie Johnson her mother, had grown tired of staying in Barnes village and had wanted to go to the main part of London where all the events took place but Jeremy Johnson was a dedicated police officer and would not reflect his duties even for his discontent wife or ask for a transfer. He felt that the village needed him and he was one of the senior officers. Valerie decided to go by herself probably thinking that Jeremy would be forced to come after her. She threatened to take both twins but after the row that ensued, they came to a compromise and she left with Viola while Jeremy stayed with Violet and the twins were just five years at the time.

Their tears did nothing to change the minds of their parents. They were too stubborn to give in to the other and that was how they got separated.

Violet thought that they would reconcile later but police work and consistent travelling of her father as a secret agent ( he was later recruited as one because of his prowess), Violet had to stay most times with Mr. Stanley Hermione and his wife. She grew to be close to them and she almost forgot about her mother but thought about her twin who was her splitting image.

Violet was going to give her father food in his office on one occasion, when a car splashed water on her body.

She was furious. And the look on her face when she surveyed the damage to her dress could kill. She looked at the person driving the Rolls Royce and was about to say something when the man spoke up.

'I'm sorry but you have to watch where you are going'.

'A great way to apologize', she said crossly. 'You should consider taking your own advice. If you had watched where you were going or been enough of a gentleman, you would have avoided this or at least apologized nicely'.

'But you see, I am not a gentleman', he said, looking at her indifferently, 'and if the apology I have offered is not good enough for you, then forget it'.

Violet looked at the man and was sure she had not seen a more arrogant man in all her life.

'In any case, I do not have time to chat. I have more important things to do', he said winding up the side window of the driver seat he had opened to speak to her.

Looking at him in a condescending manner, she said, 'You are impossible'. But she was speaking to herself because the man had already wound up and driven away.

Violet looked after the Rolls speeding away and felt like throwing something at the arrogant man who had spoilt her dress with muddy water and found it hard to apologize.

She looked at the little leather watch on her wrist and found that she had to hurry up before the lunch hour was over. Thank goodness she did not have much more further to walk. She cleaned the dirt on her cloth with the handkerchief with her and it was barely noticable.

The station was not to far from their house and she could call a cab if she wanted but she preferred to walk.

Her father had been honoured with an apartment outside of the officers' mess.

She went into the police station and all the officers greeted her with smiles because they knew her and commented on her good manners and care for her father.

'Not all the young ladies these days would have the time to bring food to the office for their father's', they would say to themselves.

Violet stayed and chatted with her father as he ate with relish.

'A very tasty meal as always', he commented.

'Thank you dad. But I hope you remember that I shall be going for the interview for that secretariat job'.

'I do and it's about time too. You have to keep busy and your mind occupied creatively'.

They were still speaking when she heard a distinctly familiar voice. She looked up to find the irritating man who had splashed water on her way to her father's office due to his careless driving.

She looked at him furiously and when her father asked what the matter was, she hissed and told him all that had transpired between her and the strange man.

'He is the friend of the head officer here. He frequents this place especially if he has something he wants us to do for him', Jeremy said, 'He owns the Devon Pharmacy. And there is talk of him being a titled man but he denies it'.

Violet looked at the man and admitted grudgingly to herself that he was quite handsome. Ruggedly handsome with his grey eyes, black hair and aristocratic features, especially his nose.

Okay, so he was handsome and wealthy but was that the reason for him to be rude and so arrogant? Violet thought to herself.

The man in question just spared her a glance and after that did not spare her another glance nor acknowledge her. It was almost as though she was non existent or not present there.

He came and chatted with her father who introduced them.

'This is my daughter, Violet', Jeremy said, 'and this is Damien Douglas'.

They both shook their hands, muttering, 'How do you do?' He looked at her remotely and she acted as though she could not wait to be freed of his irritating presence and surprise of all surprises, he smiled.

She had to admit that his lopsided smile made him devastatingly handsome but she was still very angry with him.

He chatted with her father for a while, Violet excised herself and went home, thinking what a rude and irritating man. He could have intimidated her with his impersonal and arrogantly remote look but she had had experiences with hard men as a result of her father being in the police force and making criminals confess to their crimes.

She hoped she never saw Damien again. His ungentlemanly attitude irritated her and she could not tolerate him.

She got home to prepare for the interview she had to for the following day but was surprised when her father called her on the phone.

'Sweetpie', he began, 'You left in a hurry. I thought you were still around somewhere'.

'But I excused myself when you were busy speaking with man', she sulked.

'That man had decided', Jeremy continued, 'that since he needed another secretary, you are worthy to fill the position'.

'Is he offering me the job in his pharmaceutical company because I am your daughter or because I merit it?' she asked, and then, 'Wait

Hope you did not go begging him for favours? How did he know I was not yet employed?' she asked suspiciously.

'He asked what you were doing in the house and if you were through with school's, he explained, 'I told him you were just out of college and though you had wanted to go to the Defence Academy, I had swayed you to read Secretariat studies and a bit of Health Science. He felt you were worthy to fill the post since you had knowledge of drugs and medicine and is able to work as a secretary as well'.

'I can't work with that man, Dad'.

'And why is that so? He is handsome and gentlemanly. You will be safe with him', Jeremy assured his daughter.

'What has his good looks got to do with it?' Violet asked, seething. and thinking what use were his looks if he could not back it up with civil manners.

But her father was speaking.

'So, you noticed his good looks?' he teased.

'I would be blind not to see how he looked like but his manners are not gentlemanly at all', she said firmly. 'And why are we talking about his looks? Hope you are not trying to matchmake again?'

'Every parent want to see their daughters happily married and I am no exception'.

'But I am just twenty two. There's still time', she said soothingly to her father. 'When that time comes, I shall be the one presenting my husband to you and not you matchmaking me with any eligible bachelor in town'.

'Okay. I'll take your word for it. Now about the job. You will take it. I called to inform you about it so that you won't have to prepare for the other'.

'But dad...'

'Don't 'but dad' me. This is final', he told her firmly. 'We shall discuss further when we get home about how you will carry on with the job and not whether or not you will accept the job. That matter is closed. You are going there to work and not to complain about his manners'.

Damien had gone straight to his company after speaking with Jeremy. Indeed he needed a reliable secretary and knowing how forthright Jeremy was, he had assumed that his daughter would be reliable as well, in cases involving finance, expedition and proper keeping of financial records. He hoped she would be hardworking as well. She should be if she found the time to cook and come serve it to her father in the office.

But she was too fiery for his liking. She was already blaming him for the little accident that took place on the road when she had not exactly been watching where she stepped.

He had to admit though that her fiery attitude was very attractive with her pale gold hair and blue eyes that reminded him of the sea or the sky.

He cautioned himself. He had to stop thinking about her facial and physical attributes and concentrate on other matters .

It was not as though he was starved sexually. He had alot of lady friends who knew what the score was.

He recalled a good friend of his, Ryan who had once asked him if he could not just choose one of his lady friends to get married to.

'I do not believe in love and least of all in marriage', he had told Ryan. 'Love and marriage are all overrated'.

Damien could speak that way to Ryan, who was twice divorced and having problems with his third marriage and surprisingly still believed in love and marriage

'It is sad that a young man like you do not believe in love. You will just die a lonely man'.

Damien felt that it was better to be lonely than experience again what he had experienced in the past. It had nearly killed him.

'Have you ever been in love?' Ryan had asked him.

'Once or twice but we found out that it was not the real thing and parted ways', Damien replied.

This led him to recalling the past that he wished to forget. He was never going to forgive his brother - his elder brother who could do no wrong while he was the black sheep of the family, the younger son of the Duke of Davenport.

Carole was a beautiful girl and he had fallen head over hills in love with her as soon as he set eyes on her. He had been in college then.

A sizzling relationship had endued and they both promised to get married. They had no misgivings that their marriage would be accepted by both families since Damien was going to be considered a good match for Carole's family and his family would accept her being from an aristocratic family as well, though not titled.

He had taken her to see his elder brother with whom he had no secrets and they had taken to each other.

But later, they always had rows. He did not like this.

His brother Dominic, and Carole were the two people he loved most in the world and he wanted them to accept each other. After all, he was going to get married to Carol and she would see his brother often. The earlier their rows stopped, the better.

'Carole...', he started.

'Yes, love?'

'You know that I love you. My love for you cannot be mistaken'.

She nodded and kissed him. 'And I adore you too'.

'But you will have to love my brother as well. He is the only brother I have and I love him very much', Damien said. 'You cannot hate him and live me, I would feel uncomfortable and sad. You two should get along, please'.

Carole had looked at him and an expression he could not decipher crossed her face.

'Okay, if you feel so strongly about it. Then I shall try to be civil' at least to your elder brother but he can be irritating at times'.

'Tolerate his irritating behaviour for my sake and thanks for promising to do as I asked' he said and they had kissed passionately.

The marriage preparations started and everybody was wishing them well. His brother did alot to ensure that the day went smoothly or so he thought.

Gifts started coming in with best marriage wishes.

On the day of the wedding, Damien had never been as happy as he was, he quickly got ready. His brother was going to be his best man but he was no where to be found and he could not be reached on the phone.

He went ahead to the church to wait for him there, he did not want to keep his bride waiting. He wanted to get there before her and watch her come into the church and be handed to him at the altar by her father. Some business or the other must have held Dominic his brother down but Damien was sure he was going to get to the wedding as soon as he could extract himself from whatever was keeping him.

He even thought to himself that a girl might be responsible and amusedly thought that it would be very great if he came to the altar with the girl as his own bride so that both brothers could get married at the same time on the same day.

They waited, both his brother and Carole did not come. The priest was getting impatient. The wedding was supposed to be over by then.

What could have happened? Could they have been involved in an automobile accident?

Damien was bothered, he started pacing. His father tried to calm him down but he was restless.

Carole's parents were there as well, so what was keeping her? She could also not be reVhed on the phone and the telephone in their house was answered by the maid who told them that Miss Lawson had long gone out.

Damien broke out in cold sweat. She may have had an accident of some sort. Or maybe she was robbed?

They were still contemplating all this when someone came with the news that Dominic had just wedded Carole.

Damien could not believe his ears. He grabbed the messenger by the collar of his shirt and asked him to explain what he meant.

'Your highness, your brother has just got wedded to Miss Carole Lawson in St Marie's church. They are back now. They asked to bring you the good news so that you will not get to bothered waiting for them'.

If he were a woman, Damien was sure that he would have collapsed right there on the floor of the church but as the people who had come to witness the wedding started talking all at once, he walked in a blinding rage and hurt out of the church after his brother and his supposed bride.

His father tried to stop him. 'Take it easy. It is better that it happened now than later.' He continued, 'Carole is still married into the family and to your elder brother. I'm not saying what he did was right', he said quickly when he saw the fury on his son's face. 'But there are many very beautiful damsels over the city and outside. You could have your pick of anyone of them and marry'.

Damien wringed his hands away from his father's grip and went after his brother and Carole.