“I do not care!” Mateo snapped, his temper flaring. “What was the foundational rule of our agreement? The pact our father instilled in us? The De Leon family shares absolutely everything. Everything. The land, the silver, the cattle… and the wives.”
Lena felt her knees buckle. She pressed her hand hard over her mouth to stifle the scream building in her throat. Her marriage, her sister’s marriage—they were never holy unions. They were business transactions. The brothers had orchestrated the double wedding to identical twins specifically to fulfill a sick, depraved fantasy of absolute shared ownership.
“The complication is their bond,” Lucas continued, his voice devoid of any human empathy, analyzing the women as if they were a mechanical puzzle to be solved. “That telepathic twin connection makes things incredibly difficult. We cannot simply force the swap overnight. We have to break them down psychologically first. We have to sever that bond.”
“Which is exactly why I proposed we increase our visits,” Mateo countered smoothly. “We normalize our presence in both houses. We normalize being alone with the other’s wife. We blur the boundaries until they don’t know who belongs to whom.”
Lena stood completely paralyzed in the dark. The horrifying reality washed over her. The constant interrogations, the forced intimacy, the creepy, lingering touches—it was all a deliberate, highly coordinated strategy of psychological warfare. They were being groomed. They were being mentally broken down to accept a reality too disgusting to comprehend.
Then, Lucas asked a question that made Lena’s heart stop entirely. “And if they refuse? If they fight back?”
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