Chapter 2Serpent Sisters: Faking Death to Escape the Billionaire Twins

Today was Saturday.

I had bought us VIP tickets for an exclusive hot pot place downtown. I was just waiting for Sienna to get home so we could head out.

Finally, she walked through the door.

I grabbed my Prada bag, eager to leave.

But she looked pale. Terrified, even.

I asked, "What’s wrong, sis? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Sienna practically ripped open the fridge, grabbed a chilled coconut water, and chugged the entire thing.

Once she caught her breath, she said:

"Tessa, guess what Weston asked me today?"

I thought about it.

"Did he ask if we wanted a yacht? A few days ago I told him I wanted a private yacht off the coast of Monaco to watch the night skyline. He nodded and said he'd arrange it."

Sienna shook her head frantically.

"No! I wish it was that..."

She took a deep breath, still looking traumatized.

"He asked me, what are snakes most afraid of? Arsenic or sulfur?

"Oh my god, Tessa, you have no idea. At the time, I was so excited. I was unboxing this new leather whip I bought online, fantasizing about how I was going to use it on him.

"And then he drops that question! It killed the mood instantly.

"Then, he looks at me all confused and asks, 'Mommy, why aren't you whipping me?'"

I fell completely silent.

"He called you Mommy?

"And told you to whip him?"

Sienna gave me a weird look.

"No, Tessa, your priorities are totally messed up right now.

"Shouldn't the focal point be that our identities are compromised?! Shouldn't we be packing our bags to flee the state?!"

I looked at her, dead serious.

"No, Sienna, listen to me!

"Last week, I playfully swatted him with an iPhone charger cable, and he..."

He instantly pinned me to the mattress and tied my wrists.

He leaned in and growled, "Baby, do you need to be taught another lesson?"

That night, he tormented me so thoroughly I almost went to the afterlife to meet our Great-great-great-grandmother, the Serpent Goddess.

Now it was Sienna's turn to be utterly bewildered.

"Huh?! Weston is that aggressive with you?

"I always have to initiate! He's incredibly submissive and obedient with me.

"Oh my god. Does he have a split personality disorder?"

I slapped my thigh in a panic.

"Don't overthink it right now, sis! Let's just get to the hot pot place! The 9-to-5 crowd is about to get off work, and there's going to be a massive line!"

Sienna: ?