Chapter 5 Chapter 5

(Celine's POV)

I was nervous as I got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel around my chest.

"Oh no! What am I going to do?" I guessed this was the right time to inform Jace that I am not my sister. How could I continue with this deceit when he would find out?

"What do I do?" I paced about the room, not 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, scared once Jace finds out the truth—that my family and I 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. I got tired burning calories like she did, wanting to be fit at all times.

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

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

I felt like I was committing sin, seeing my sister's fiancé'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 dîck, 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. I frowned.

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

"Clara," Jace called my sister's name and kissed my cheek. "I cannot wait to have you. 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 am not Clara. I am not my sister, and I don't want to have sex with him.

"What's wrong, babe?" Jace asked as he stopped 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 neck, and my face as he trailed his hot lips down on my chest.

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

Jace sucked on my right breast first, before switching positions with my left 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?" He asked me, pushing his way in as I felt my body stretching to accommodate him.

"Jace," I gasped as he finally 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 how 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," I begged.

"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. He looked at me in confusion but 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 talks whenever she is 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 moaned.

Jace held me firmly on the bed and continued slamming his hips hard against mine. 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. I heard Jace get his release and moan so loudly in my ear in satisfaction.

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

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The next morning, I awoke nervously, as it was Sunday. I was expecting to see an angry Jace on the bed, maybe having 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 time to admire it 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 am not Clara. I recalled last night between us. He didn't use any protection either.

"Oh no!" I gasped, knowing that I was in my fertile period. I looked at his face as he slept peacefully, 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 her husband.

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.