Finding My Genius Twins And Vengeful Wife

Brianna Webster's agonized screams tore through the remote delivery room, swallowed by the cracked ceiling before it could reach anyone who might hear her die. The place was a backwoods clinic, isolated by design, miles from the nearest town and anyone who might ask questions.

Seraphina, the sister of her heart, the stray she had taken in when the world had given her nothing but cruelty. And Seraphina had found this hidden clinic, so far from prying eyes, to protect Brianna's reputation. Unmarried and pregnant, Brianna would be ruined if a whisper escaped. Sisters protected each other. That was what they did.

"You're doing so well, Brianna. Just breathe."

Her hand dabbed a cool cloth on Brianna's forehead, so tender, so loving.

Brianna tried to smile through cracked lips. "Sera… Thank goodness for you ."

But through the haze of exhaustion, she saw it. Seraphina's back was partially turned. Her fingers were deftly adjusting the drip line on the IV bag.

Cold dread sliced through Brianna's chest.

"Sera? What did you do?"

Seraphina turned. Her smile was perfectly in place, but her eyes were chips of ice. "Just a little something to help you relax, darling."

She leaned in close, her breath a sweet, poisonous whisper against Brianna's ear.

"You didn't really think Dad would let a bastard like you have this baby, did you?"

Brianna blinked, the words not computing. "What?"

"Did you never wonder," Seraphina purred, "why a stranger would be so kind to you? Why I let you take me in like a lost puppy?"

The blood in Brianna's veins turned to ice.

"I'm not an orphan, Brianna. I never was." Seraphina's smile widened, cruel and triumphant. "My mother was your father's mistress. I am his daughter. His real daughter. The legitimate one. You were just a placeholder until I was ready to take what was always meant to be mine."

The words didn't make sense. Her father had welcomed Seraphina into their home with open arms. Had he known all along?

"You've been used," Seraphina whispered. "From the very first day. Every kind word I ever said to you was a lie. Every smile, every secret we shared—I was only waiting for the right moment to destroy you."

Brianna's heart shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.

"That night," Seraphina continued, savoring each word like fine wine. "The one you've tried so hard to forget. We found a toothless, filthy old beggar for you. Paid him fifty dollars to crawl on top of you. I stood in the doorway and watched. Heard every sound you made."

Seraphina's laughter was soft and delighted. "Oh, I simply enjoy watching you carry that shame. Believing a beggar touched you, ruined you, when the truth would have been so much kinder. But where's the fun in that?"

Brianna couldn't speak. Every memory of that night was fog and terror. She had never known what was real. And Seraphina had fed the nightmare, let her choke on it.

"And guess who helped me plan it all?" Seraphina's lips brushed Brianna's ear. "Our dear father."

A choked sob escaped Brianna's throat.

"And your mother's death?" Seraphina added, almost as an afterthought. "That was part of the plan too. She had to go before she could expose us."

Brianna looked desperately toward the doctor and nurse at the foot of the bed. Their expressions were blank, their eyes empty. Their silence was consent. The death certificate was already signed. Her body was already destined for the mountain, left for the wolves.

The heart monitor shrieked.

A final pressure built inside her, unstoppable. Her body, acting on pure instinct, gave one last push.

A faint, weak cry pierced the room.

Her baby.

The doctor lifted a small, pale form.

Seraphina clamped her hand over the infant's mouth and nose.

The weak crying stopped.

Brianna watched her child's face go still. Watched the life drain out of him before her eyes.

"NO!"

The scream tore from her throat, but it was too late. Her baby was gone. Murdered by the woman she had called sister.

My child. My baby boy. He never even opened his eyes.

Tears streamed down her face, but she had no strength left to fight. Her body was giving out, the drug pulling her under. The last thing she saw was Seraphina's sneering face, and then darkness swallowed her whole.

Seraphina stared down at the unconscious, limp form of Brianna, then at the lifeless infant in her hands. She felt nothing but disgust.

"Dispose of this trash," she ordered, thrusting the baby toward the older doctor. "Take it out with the medical waste. I don't want to see it again."

The doctor hesitated. He lifted the tiny body, noting the faint, almost imperceptible flutter of a pulse beneath the bluish skin. "Miss Seraphina... this child might still be revived. There's a chance—"

Seraphina whirled on him, her eyes blazing. "I said dispose of it!"

But then she paused. A cold calculation flickered across her face. This bitch really did have good luck. She had escaped the beggar Seraphina had arranged for her and stumbled into that powerful man's room instead.

This bastard child was fathered by a man of immense power—a man who could give her everything she wanted. If she could claim this brat as her own, raise him as her heir, she would never have to worry about her infertile womb again.

She glanced at Brianna's still form. Unconscious. Utterly unaware.

In a low, venomous whisper, she said, "Fine. Do whatever it takes to keep that thing alive. But not a word of this to anyone. Do you understand me?"

The doctor nodded, swallowing hard. He knew better than to argue.

Seraphina turned back to Brianna one last time, her smile vicious. "And as for this one—dump her in the mountains. Let the wolves have her."

She strode out of the room without a backward glance, already planning how she would present herself as the grieving sister who had lost her friend, and how she would later "adopt" the orphaned child to secure her place in high society.

The doctor moved to Brianna's bedside, a syringe in hand, ready to finish the job. But just then, the door burst open.

A younger man in scrubs rushed in. "Dr. Albright? My shift started ten minutes ago. I'm here to take over."

The older doctor looked annoyed. "Fine. She's all yours." He tossed the syringe onto a metal tray and left, taking the supposedly dead infant with him, his mind already racing with the secret he now carried.

The young doctor rushed to Brianna's side. His eyes swept the room, landing on the pre-signed death certificate, the empty body bag. His jaw tightened.

His fingers found her pulse. "Your vitals are crashing, but you're alive."

Then he glanced at her abdomen and froze.

His hand pressed against her belly. His eyes shot open.

"My God," he whispered. "There's another one. Twins. They missed it."

His conscience would not let him stand idly by. He ripped the IV from her arm and shut off the monitor. He worked with frantic urgency, his hands steady despite the chaos. The world was a blur, but Brianna clung to his words, to the sound of his voice.

Minutes later, a second baby was born, smaller, scrawnier, the one who wasn't supposed to exist. He let out a tiny, gasping cry, a thin, defiant thread of life against the darkness.

The doctor wrapped the infant in a clean sheet and thrust him into Brianna's arms.

Brianna's eyes fluttered open. She looked down. A tiny, perfect face. A tuft of dark hair. Small, clenched fists. One hand had caught the edge of the sheet, holding on.

He was real. He was alive.

But his brother. His brother was dead. Murdered by Seraphina while she watched.

The image burned into her memory: Seraphina's hand over her baby's face. The crying stopping. The limp, tiny body being lifted like garbage.

Hate, pure and undiluted, all-consuming, ignited in her chest. But beneath it, something else took root. A promise.

She killed my child. She will pay.

"They think you're dead," the doctor said, his voice low and urgent. He pressed a bundle of clothes and a thick envelope into her trembling hands. "The death certificate is signed. They're planning to dump your body in the mountains tonight. No one will ever look for you. Which means no one will ever find you if you disappear. Take this cash. It's all I have. I became a doctor to save lives, not to bury a woman who still has a chance to fight."

Brianna couldn't speak. She nodded, a fierce, desperate motion.

She slid off the table, agony shooting through every muscle. She bit her lip, tasting blood, and cradled her son closer.

I will survive. My son will survive. And Seraphina—

One day, I will make her pay for what she took from me.

She stumbled toward the back door, pushed it open, and disappeared into the raging storm of the New York night.