The Millionaire Faked an Accident to Test His Fiancée and Twins — Then the Maid Did the Unthinkable

Naomi’s eyes flicked to the twins, who were clutching each other, terrified.

Then Naomi did the unthinkable again.

She turned to Marcus and spoke loudly, clearly, for the whole room.

“Marcus,” she said. “If you can hear me, blink twice.”

Cassandra laughed, wild and sharp. “He’s paralyzed, you idiot.”

Marcus blinked.

Once.

Twice.

The room went dead still.

Naomi sucked in a breath.

Cassandra’s smile faltered. “No,” she whispered. “No, that’s—”

Marcus’s fingers moved.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

He slid his hand out from under the sheet and gripped the bedrail like a man taking hold of his own life.

Cassandra staggered backward. “You—”

Marcus’s voice was hoarse, but it was real. “Get away from my sons.”

Cassandra’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. Her face cycled through shock, rage, calculation.

Then her eyes hardened into something dangerous.

“If you’re pretending,” she hissed, “you’re going to regret it.”

Marcus’s gaze sharpened. “I already regret one thing,” he said. “Believing you.”

Cassandra’s hand flew toward her phone.

Naomi moved first.

She swept the twins into her arms, one on each hip, and stepped back toward the doorway. “Come,” she whispered to them. “It’s okay. Stay with me.”

Cassandra whirled on Naomi. “Put them down!”

Naomi didn’t.

That was the unthinkable part, too.

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