Chapter 3Serpent Sisters: Faking Death to Escape the Billionaire Twins

Once we were safely seated at the hot pot restaurant.

Sienna and I started gossiping about Weston again.

The more we talked, the weirder it got.

Her Weston was like a golden retriever.

My Weston was like a dominant alpha wolf.

What the hell was going on?

I decided to make a post on Reddit to ask for advice:

[What are the features of a Switch?]

Helpful netizens quickly replied:

[OP, do you mean the Nintendo Switch OLED or the Lite? The screens and battery life are totally different.]

[Are you deciding between an Xbox and a Switch? I have both, I highly recommend the Switch.]

Sienna replied from my phone:

"No, guys, the switch I’m talking about isn't that kind of switch. I'm talking about that kind of switch."

The internet was confused:

[I don't get it. Isn't a Switch just a gaming console?]

Forget it.

They weren't getting it. I deleted the post.

I was boiling my crab sticks when I suddenly got an iMessage from Weston:

[Just finished my board meeting.

What are you doing?]

I reluctantly put down my half-eaten crab stick.

I took a picture of the bubbling, spicy hot pot and sent it to him.

The juicy beef meatballs and tofu pouches were perfectly cooked, bobbing in the chili oil.

The table was covered in plates of sliced ribeye, quail eggs, shrimp paste, and veggies waiting to be tossed in.

Next to my dipping sauce, I even had a massive bowl of vanilla shaved ice.

Weston replied:

[A meal for four?

Eating so little today? Are you upset?]

I bit my chopsticks, my cheeks puffing out in anger.

[What are you talking about!

I am not a little piglet!]

I was a Hognose snake.

Not a little piglet.

Weston:

[Apple Pay Transfer: $52,000]

[Got it, little piglet. Eat up, I have to get back to work.]

Looking at the glowing golden transfer notification.

I couldn't help but smile, sending back a cute, obedient sticker.

Sienna was curious.

"Tessa, what are you grinning at?"

I showed her my phone.

"Weston just sent us funding! Sis, is this enough food? If not, we can order another round."

Sienna froze, her boba straw slipping from her lips.

"Wait. You have Weston's number?"

I nodded.

"Yeah. We added each other yesterday."

Sienna looked shocked.

"Then why did he force me to add his Snapchat today? He complained that we've been dating for six months and I never gave him my socials.

"Look. See for yourself."

Sienna handed me her phone.

I stared at the profile picture and froze.

"This is so weird, sis. Your Weston... his profile picture and username are completely different from my Weston.

"Mine uses a black-and-white photo of him in a tailored suit. Yours uses an anime boy."

But what truly blew my mind...

Her Weston texted so much.

[Mommy, Mommy, what are you doing?]

[I miss you. Want cuddles. Want kisses.]

[Why aren't you replying? Are you with another guy?]

[What? You found another puppy?]

[Is he more obedient than me? Does he love you more? I don't believe it.]

[...]

Whereas my Weston only ever sent:

[?]

[Answer the phone.]

[Transfer.]

[Hm.]

[Busy.]

[I miss you too.]

Sienna and I stared at each other in absolute horror.

There was no way one man could exhibit such drastically different personalities, even if we acted slightly differently around him.

Half an hour later.

After anxiously finishing the last slice of ribeye in the pot.

I made a solemn announcement:

"Sis. We need to formulate a plan. We're going to fake our deaths and run."