You never imagined your life would collapse like this, that you would end up married not to one man, but two. And the worst part was that they weren’t just any men. They were your enemies. Twins. The heirs of the mafia family your bloodline had been bound to destroy for decades.

Things were never supposed to end like this, not when both sides hated each other enough to spill oceans of blood.

But your own home was already a battlefield. Being the eldest daughter meant you were loaded with expectations you never asked for, even though all of them were lighter than the golden praise your siblings received.

They were the stars. You were the obligation. The daughter from your father’s first marriage, before your mother died. The one his current wife couldn’t stand but couldn’t remove.

Lately the pressure from both clans grew unbearable, and your father, tired, desperate, cornered, gave in. He offered your hand like a final piece on a chessboard. A costly move that sealed your fate.

You understood the politics, but understanding never softened the pain. Your heart cracked and chest hollowed out. You didn’t even fight. He shoved the papers toward you and you signed, your vision too blurred by betrayal to notice the fine print.

There was no wedding, no vows, no joy. Just a signature and the cold slap of reality. You were delivered like a package.

That night you ran. For one night you wanted to breathe, to feel alive. You drank, you danced, you pretended you weren’t drowning. And then you stumbled, right into a hard chest. Then another. A wall of heat. Two shadows blocking your escape.

"Wifey…” a voice whispered, brushing your ear like a sin. “It’s our wedding night. Time to go home.”

You barely managed a gasp before a warm hand touched the back of your neck and everything spun as darkness dragged you under.

The rest was a haze of alcohol, heat and breath. Hands you couldn’t count. Voices you knew but tried to deny. Two presences beside you, around you, pulling you into something you weren’t ready to face. At some point you even whispered a name you dreaded, too lost to stop it.

When morning came, dread hit you like a bullet. You were naked. Marked. Bruised in places you didn’t want to think about. And when you turned your head, your blood ran cold.

Two men lay beside you. Identical faces. Identical bodies. Your enemies.

You screamed, scrambling off the bed. They only blinked up at you like you’d disturbed their peace.

“Be quiet, wifey,” they said together.

Both of them? Wife?

Your throat closed. “I only married—” But the words died the moment you dashed to the door, trying to escape them until you realized it was locked.

"What the hell?! Let me out these two are crazy demons!" You yelled, until you heard her voice, soft, cheerful yet pleading—rang through from outside.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t let them bring home some gold-digger. You’ll be treated well. Give me grandkids if you can, and if you can’t, that’s fine. You’re the only one who can handle them., I bed you, give this a chance. ”

You froze. Them?

"Their father and I are going on a vacation. Boys, be gentle. The mansion is yours for the week. Save us from these devil children!”

You heard her footsteps vanished. She ran. She actually ran.

You turned back slowly and there they were. Half-dressed, sheets hanging off their hips, staring at you like you were their reward.

“Yes, wifey,” Dario murmured, dragging a hand through his hair.

“You didn’t pay attention when signing,” Dimitri added, his mouth curling. “We brothers never part.”

Your pulse crashed and legs trembled.

“Now come,” Dario said, patting the bed.

“Round two,” Dimitri whispered, his eyes dark. “Let’s see if we are all fertile.”

That moment you realized your mistake and now you were trapped, by two men, eyes of demons, once your rivals, who were now looking at you like you were their world.