My Fiance's Twin Brothers: A Forbidden Romance

By Cassandra Dee

My fiancé cheated on me with my best friend, but I got back at him … by sleeping with his twin brothers!

Natasha feels lucky to be dating a handsome male model. As a curvy girl, she’s always felt insecure about her shape and landing a fiancé like Galen is a huge coup. But what happens when Galen cheats on Natasha with her best friend? She’s hurt and angry, and out for revenge.

Drake and Dexter have always tolerated their younger brother. To them, Galen is a male beauty queen who makes money off his looks. But when their brother betrays his fiancée, the twins feel responsible. They make it up to Natasha in a way that has the sassy girl begging for more … even though she’s pregnant with their baby!

Hey Readers – Natasha is an independent, vivacious curvy girl who shows what she’s made of with imagination and sass. The gorgeous twins are her ex-fiancé’s brothers, but that doesn’t stop her from pursuing her dreams in life and love. Sit back, relax, and let yourself indulge in this steamy tale. You’ll love it, I promise! Xoxo, Cassandra

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Jun 8, 2020

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Cassandra

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Natasha

I scroll through Instagram as last night’s dinner heats up in the microwave. A perk of living alone is that I can make food once or twice and be set for the whole week.

Sometimes, I get sick of the same food every day, but it saves money. Besides, living alone in NYC is expensive. I can’t be spending ridiculous amounts on food when most of my paycheck goes to rent.

The ring on my finger catches the light and I squint at the small diamond before sighing heavily. A heavy weight descends on my shoulders and my entire body wilts a bit.

This is ridiculous. I should feel lucky to be with my fiancé, Galen. We met at a fashion show, and it was a dream come true. I couldn’t believe he looked my way because I’m a curvy girl with unruly hair and more than a few extra pounds, while Galen is literally a male model with six pack abs, cheekbones that could cut steel, and a long, lanky stride that commands the runway. The friends I was with that day are far more attractive than I am, yet somehow, I’m the one who caught Galen’s attention. It was a miracle.

My shoulders slump again. A picture of the two of us stares at me from the side of my fridge and I stare at it morosely. It was taken at the top of the Empire State Building, where Galen took me on one of our first dates. We look so ridiculous together, with him being tall and thin, and me short and curvaceous. He’s almost twice my height come to think of it. Maybe that’s why I’m uneasy about our relationship. There’s something off about us, and maybe it’s our height difference.

I scold myself. I shouldn’t be so shallow. It’s not our height. It’s something else, although what that something is remains a mystery to me.

The microwave beeps and I pull out my leftover chicken and rice. As I head for the couch in my small studio apartment, I force myself to be grateful for my fiancé. He’s one of the best things in my life right now. So why am I feeling so weird about the relationship lately?

After all, once we’re married, I’ll be able to leave this humble apartment and move somewhere bigger and fancier. My job at Coquetterie, a clothing store, doesn’t pay a ton, but Galen makes enough as a male model to support us. That’s saying something because being a male model isn’t like being a female model. The ladies can rake in seven figures per year, but a lot of the guys have to scrimp and make-do. So the fact that my fiancé is highly sought after in his industry is a good sign.

Then again, I hope Galen doesn’t expect me to quit my job. I love fashion, so working at Coquetterie is a great opportunity. I’d rather be a designer than a salesperson, but this is the first step towards making that dream come true. Everyone has to pay their dues to make it to the top, and I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.

Surely, Galen wouldn’t make me quit. He’s not like that, right? I’ll have to take time off when we eventually decide to have kids, but we’re not in any hurry to do that. For now, we’re enjoying just being together and exploring the city. We’ll want to settle into married life before any other major life changes.

I toss my phone on the table while I eat. Some random show on Netflix is playing in the background, but I’m not paying attention. I’m too distracted by my misgivings about Galen.

After all, he’s a great guy so why am I ruminating like this? We have a good time when we’re together. He’s a bit vain, but that’s to be expected from a male model. Most ladies would give their right arms to be with him, and instead, I’m feeling glum.

Plus, all my friends swooned when we first met my fiancé at a fashion show. They were shocked when he seemed interested in me, and even more shocked when we hit it off right away. After all, the two of us are like night and day. He loves staying out, partying with friends, and indulging in the occasional joint. On the other hand, I’m very straight-laced. I love going to bed early and spending quality time with Netflix and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. Yet, I’m always amazed at how easy it is to talk to Galen and there’s rarely a lull in our conversations.

I take a sip of coffee from my favorite mug. My best friend, Paula, got it for me for graduation. It has one of my dress designs on it, and is one of my most prized possessions. I always use it for my evening coffee.

I probably shouldn’t use coffee to relax, but it’s my favorite drink after a long day at work. Somehow, caffeine has the opposite effect on me than everyone else. Plus, I need it after a long day on my feet. I love Coquetterie, but some of the women who shop there suck. They can be really mean, especially since I don’t look like them. They’re mostly stick thin, with an attitude to go with it.

That’s part of why I want to be a designer. None of the clothes at Coquetterie are made for curvy girls like me. The jeans don’t fit over my wide hips. Shirts are stretched to the limit over my chest. The clothes at my store only fit sticks with flat chests and no butts, and that’s definitely not me.

My designs are much more inclusive. They look good on traditionally thin models, but they also fit curvy girls. They’re meant to be for everyone, which might be why I’ve struggled to get my fashion career off the ground. Most of the big designers look down on clothes designed for curvy girls, like they’re too good for them. It smacks of snobbery and elitism, but I’m merely a small cog in this giant industry.

I sigh again. Maybe Galen can help me once we’re married. I’ve asked him in the past to make a call to his contacts, but he always brushed me off. All I want is for him to show my designs to one of his connections. He says that’s not how it works, but I know that’s not true. A big part of the fashion industry is about who you know, and not just what you know.

I’m sure Galen is just hesitant because it might have been awkward. If we broke up and I was designing clothes, we’d have to see each other all the time, and it would be embarrassing. I understand why he wouldn’t want that.

But now, we’re engaged. It’s supposed to mean that we’ll never break up, so we can become a fashion power couple. I can even start designing men’s clothes that Galen can model. It’ll be perfect!

I smile ruefully. I’m still not a hundred percent sure my fiancé’s on board with this plan, but we’ll figure it out. A girl like me doesn’t get a guy like Galen often, so there’s no way I’m letting him go.

I take another bite of my dinner. It’s the same thing I had last night and for lunch again today. This is one of those times that I’m bored of the food, but I’m going to eat it anyway. When you’re super broke, you don’t waste anything.

I should learn how to meal prep. I could make chicken on Monday and then have five different chicken dishes for the week. That will be especially helpful when Galen and I move in together and we have two full-time schedules to juggle. Not that he eats much. He is a model, after all.

But it’s also annoying that Galen wants to wait until we’re married to live together. I suggested we move into one apartment as soon as he proposed, just to save money, but he balked at the idea. It’s strange because New York City is an expensive place, and we could definitely cut down on the rent we pay by combining households. However, he thinks we should live separately until after the wedding, like we’re old-fashioned people from the 1930’s. I don’t get it, but I’m trying to respect his decision.

Then again, I do like living alone, come to think of it. I’m in this crappy studio because I didn’t want roommates. I did the living with strangers thing in college, and I never want to do it again because it was terrible. My freshman year of college, I had the worst roommate. She was inconsiderate and rude, to the point of having sex with her boyfriend while I was in the room. I was too intimidated to stand up to her, so I started wearing headphones to bed. The roommates I had for the next three years were no better, from their lack of hygiene to their utter lack of respect for my privacy.

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Reviews for My Fiance's Twin Brothers

[Darren & Robin Choate · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I'm on the fence about this one. It has potential though.

[Jackie Brown · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Cheated on by her fiancé. With her so-called BFF, no less. But it is the best day of her life. Because she meets his identical twin brothers. Things get hot and the wronged girl becomes the queen of their world. Great read. Enjoy.