Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Celine's POV:

"Oh my goodness! What am I going to do?" I pondered, getting out of the bathroom. I was wrapped in only a white towel around my chest.

I knew that Jace wanted to sleep with me tonight, and I guessed this was the right time to inform him that I am not my sister. How could I continue with this deceit? What if he found out?

What should I do? I paced about the bedroom, as I wasn't 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, as I was scared once Jace found out the truth—that my family and I had 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 with her and got tired of burning calories like her, who wanted to be fit at all times.

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

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

I felt like I was committing a sin, seeing my sister's fiancé's body. Though Jace and I got married, I knew that I was just a 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 phallus, 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 would have remained unmarried," he said, watching my face as I frowned.

I thought about how Clara would have reacted happily if she were 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 neck. "I cannot wait to have you tonight. Please."

He begged me, kissing my neck passionately, and 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're doing it, so don't be shy," Jace spoke to me softly, making me speechless.

"Mm," he kissed my lips, my neck, and my face as he trailed his hot lips down to my chest.

"Jace," I moaned his name, and he whispered, "I like how you moan my name, baby. You're so hot."

Jace sucked on my bréasts very hard, switching positions until 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 nàked 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 said, 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."

"But you are in pain and so tight," he worried, and I nodded.

"It will cool off; just do what you want," I said, and he looked at my face in confusion as he 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 complained, subtly angry, and I gulped 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.

He held me firmly 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 as I heard Jace reach his climax and moan 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 the day was Sunday. I was expecting to see an angry Jace on the bed, and maybe he had 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 the 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, and 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, and I looked at his face as he was sleeping peacefully and looking breathtakingly handsome. My eyes shifted to his lips that had kissed me several times the previous night, knowing that he had used those same lips to kiss my sister, which 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. I blushed and swiftly looked away, as I wasn't expecting him to catch me admiring him.