Twin Brothers

by Mia Ford

  I nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.”

  “Have you heard anything?”

  “About what?” I leaned back and took another long drink of wine.

  “About the will,” Alexa said impatiently. “Do you know what your mom is going to do now?”

  “Alexa, he just died like, a week ago,” I said incredulously. “God, you make my mom sound heartless.”

  Alexa shook her head and blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said guiltily. “I just meant that, you know…she’s going to have to figure it out soon. She doesn’t work, does she?”

  I shook my head. “Mitchell made her quit when they got married. He said it wasn’t seemly for her to continue working when he made so much money.”

  Alexa frowned. “That’s…. not good,” she said after a moment.

  I blinked at her. “Why?”

  Before Alexa could respond, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out, frowning when I saw that it was Mom.

  “I must have left something behind in New York,” I said slowly before answering. “There’s no way she’d be calling so soon otherwise.” Inside, I was plagued with guilt. I knew that I shouldn’t be at school – I should be with Mom, taking care of her and making sure that she ate and slept.

  “Hi, Mom,” I said warily. “Is everything okay?”

  “Belle, honey, do you have a few minutes?”

  The sound of her voice made my stomach plummet to the floor. There was something about it that sounded strange, alien – almost removed from grief.

  “Sure,” I said uneasily. “What’s up?”

  Mom cleared her throat. “I have some bad news, honey.”

  “What is it?” My heart was beating like a jackhammer against my ribs and I couldn’t stand the thought of hearing more bad news. What was she going to say? Had she been in a car accident?

  Mom didn’t reply.

  “Mom, are you okay?” I asked frantically. “Tell me what’s going on, please!” The suspense was making it hard to breathe.

  “I’m fine, honey,” Mom said softly. “But I don’t know how much longer I can say that.”

  My jaw dropped. “Are you hurt? Were you in some kind of accident? Mom, what happened? Are you— “

  “I heard from Mitchell’s estate lawyer,” Mom said heavily. “About the will.”

  For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My chest ached tightly and my lungs pleaded for air but I couldn’t make them work.

  “What happened?”

  “He’s left all the money to Jackson, Belle. He didn’t leave me anything. Not a cent.”

  A cold, numb chill spread through my limbs. I felt like I’d fallen into a frozen lake and now I was trapped beneath the ice, searching desperately for warmth and oxygen.

  “Why?” I asked slowly. “Why would Mitchell do a thing like that?”

  Mom’s sobs broke the silence and I felt tears well up in my eyes.

  “I don’t know, honey,” Mom said. “But you’ve got to help me.”

  “Mom, I don’t know what I can do— “

  “Belle, you have to talk to Jackson,” Mom said heavily. “I don’t know why Mitchell did this. He knew I didn’t have anything saved, that I wouldn’t be able to live on my own.”

  “That has to be a mistake,” I said. “There’s no way he would’ve left you out of his will, Mom!”

  “Well, he did,” Mom said heavily. “And now I need your help, honey. Please,” she added, in a pathetic tone of voice that made me want to cry. “Please, Belle. Please try to help me. Do you think you can do that?”

  I sighed softly. “What do you want me to do?” I raked a hand through my hair. “I haven’t graduated yet, Mom. I can’t get a job – at least, not a job that will pay any kind of money. And I don’t have any savings – and I have all those loans from school!”

  The sobs on the other line of the phone were the hardest things I’d ever had to hear.

  “Just please talk to Jackson, Belle,” Mom said. “He won’t take my calls, but I don’t know if he’s heard the news. Please, tell him. Please ask him if he’d be willing to help me.” She paused and made a soft sound like she was being strangled. “Please, Belle. This is my only hope.”

  Talking to Jackson was the last thing I wanted to do in the world, but I knew I didn’t have any other choice. This was coming down to the wire, and I was going to have to help my mother if my life depended on it. Rapidly, my mind kicked into gear and started spinning. I tried thinking about things I could sell – what little jewellery I had, my laptop, maybe some of my old clothes and shoes. Sure, there wouldn’t be much, but it had to be enough to help.

  “Belle? Are you still there?”

  “I’m here,” I said. “Mom, I don’t know. What about if you move out here, and live with me and Alexa?”

  “Honey, please, just talk to Jackson,” Mom said heavily. “He’s our only chance.”

  After I got off the phone with Mom, I sprang into action. I torpedoed through my room, looking for anything of monetary value that might fetch a sum. In the end, I didn’t have much. There was a pair of half-carat diamond earrings that Mitchell and Mom had given me when I’d graduated from high school, as well as an amethyst pendant in the shape of a heart. I didn’t think that either would sell for much, but I pocketed both anyway.

  At the bottom of my jewellery box, there was two hundred and fifty bucks in cash. I’d started saving up when I’d first gotten to college, and I knew that it didn’t look like much, but I hadn’t ever thought about having to support my mother. I’d started putting away cash for stuff like emergency pizza runs, or maybe even renting a car for a weekend trip.

  This was a whole new ballgame.

  I barely heard Alexa as she walked into my room and flopped down on the bed.

  “Belle, what’s going on?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said softly. “Something…something really horrible happened, Lex.”

  Alexa pursed her lips. “You can always talk to me,” she said softly.

  I winced. I knew that she must have overheard my part of the conversation, but the cuts were too fresh. I didn’t want to go into what was bothering me so much – I knew that Alexa could probably tell, but still.

  “I don’t know. It’s just everything.” I threw my arms up in the air. “I feel so helpless, Lex. I don’t know what to do.”

  Alexa crawled off the bed and scooted closer. She put an arm around me and pulled me into a hug. For a moment, we were frozen together like that. But then something inside of me snapped, and I started to cry.

  “There, there,” Alexa said. She stroked my hair and held me close. “It’s gonna be okay, Belle. I promise.”

  “It’s not,” I said tearfully. “Mitchell left everything to Jackson, my asshole stepbrother. My mom didn’t get a cent, and now she wants me to go beg money out of Jackson!”

  Alexa hugged me tighter. “It’ll be okay,” she said in a soothing voice. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

  I pulled away from her in shock. “Are you kidding?” My jaw dropped. “He’s…he’s spent his entire life trying to ruin mine!”

  “Belle, come on,” Alexa said softly. “He just lost his father. He’s going through a lot of grief right now.”

  I stared at her. “I tried to give him my best at the funeral, and he told me to fuck off. Literally,” I added in a dry voice. “He doesn’t give a shit about me, or my mom. Why the hell would he help us out? He probably thinks Mom is nothing but a gold-digger!”

  Alexa sighed softly. “Belle, I know this is hard. But can’t you accept that maybe he’s just been fronting this whole time?”

  “He’s always been nothing less than a complete jerk to me,” I said softly. “The first time I met him, he was charming for about ten seconds. Since then, I’ve never seen that side of him. He’s just an arrogant prick!”

  Alexa patted my shoulder. “I know,” she said. “But you’ve gotta help your mom, ri
ght?”

  I nodded grimly. “I do,” I agreed. “I know I do.”

  --

  The next morning, I hopped on a bus to New York City. It felt weird to be going back so soon after leaving, but I hoped that I wouldn’t be staying for long. I was absolutely dreading meeting with Jackson, but I didn’t know what else to do. After all – he hated my guts. There was no way he’d want to drag this process out any longer than it already had to be.

  I checked into a cheap bed and breakfast on the outskirts of Brooklyn and immediately tried to call Jackson at work. He had his own consulting firm – it was called First Perfect – and he’d been working there since his early twenties. Mom always talked about how rich Jackson was, but I didn’t even need to hear it to know. All I had to do was look at him. In addition to the rack of expensive suits, he always had a fresh haircut, perfect skin, and immaculate shoes.

  “First Perfect Consulting, the first time you work with us, it’s always perfect!” A receptionist chirped into the phone.

  I stifled the urge to groan. “I need to speak with Jackson Rhodes,” I said. “Immediately.”

  The woman on the other end of the phone snickered and I felt annoyance wash over me.

  “May I ask who’s calling? Mr. Rhodes is typically not available,” she said snidely. I imagined her rolling her eyes at the idiot calling and asking to speak to the CEO.

  I blushed. “He’s…he’s my stepbrother,” I said after a pause. “And I think he’d like to speak with me, if he knew that I was waiting.”

  “Dear, he’s the CEO,” the woman said in a snippy voice. “He can’t just take random calls from strangers.”

  Under my skin, my blood began to boil. “I’m not a stranger,” I growled. “I told you. I’m his stepsister! I’m family!”

  “Hold please.” The woman set the phone down with a click before I could respond. I balled my hands into fists and clenched my fingers so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.

  After what felt like an eternity, she picked the phone back up.

  “Miss? Are you still there?”

  “Yes,” I said impatiently. “Can I speak to Jackson now?”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Rhodes isn’t available. Please try calling back later.”

  “The fuck he’s not,” I growled. “I know you’re lying!”

  Click.

  I stared at the grubby receiver in my hand. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I wailed out loud, my voice echoing off the hotel room walls. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

  I flopped down on the bed and buried my face in my hands. Now what the hell was I going to do, turn around and go back to Alfred and tell Mom that I’d failed?

  Just thinking about it was enough to make me sick. I knew I couldn’t do that – I couldn’t admit my shortcomings to her. I had to try harder. I was her only daughter, her only hope. If I didn’t fight for her, no one would.

  Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my bag and hailed a cab into Manhattan. Jackson may have been able to hide behind his posh secretary once, but he wasn’t going to get away with it.

  Not when I had my mother to take care of.

  I have to admit that when the cab dropped me off in front of an elegant glass skyscraper, I was a little shocked. Sure, I knew that Jackson had made a bundle of money working at First Perfect. But I’d never imagined that his building would be one of the wealthiest in New York. I didn’t even know how much it would cost to rent a floor, but I guessed it was probably more than I’d ever had in my entire life put together.

  Inside, the lobby was stark, almost Spartan. It was the cleanest lobby I’d ever seen, with pure white sunlight filtering through the elegant glass walls. A gorgeous blonde was perched behind a chrome desk, her nose glued to her computer screen. She didn’t look up as I walked closer, and I felt my heart sink. This isn’t going to work, I realized. She’s just going to tell me to leave, and I won’t be any closer to Jackson than I was on the phone.

  “Yes?” The blonde looked up when I coughed. “May I help you?”

  I smiled as charmingly as I could. “Hello there,” I said warmly. “I’m Belle Harrington – Jackson Rhodes’ stepsister. I’d really like to speak with him,” I added, pausing and flashing my brightest grin. “We have some family issues right now, and well…it’s very important.”

  The blonde pursed her lips. Her wide blue eyes stared at me dully, and I wondered whether or not she was the same bitch I’d spoken to on the phone. So far, she gave no hint of having anything even resembling a personality.

  Finally, she smiled slightly. “I’m sorry, miss, you’ll have to make an appointment. Mr. Rhodes is very busy,” she added in a patronizing tone.

  I groaned and threw my hands in the air. “I know you don’t believe me,” I said sharply. “But I really need to speak with him! It’s important.”

  “I can’t do that,” the blonde said. She looked nervous. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

  “No!” My reply came out much louder than I’d intended and the word bounced off the walls around me. “No, I’m not going to leave until I can talk to Jackson!”

  I was barely aware of the sound of elevator doors pinging open behind me.

  “Ma’am, please,” the blonde said. “Mr. Rhodes isn’t available right now. Please leave, or I’ll be forced to call security to escort you out of the building.”

  A deep masculine chuckling from behind made me whirl around.

  Jackson was standing there, looking sexier than ever in a dark blue suit. His cheekbones were so sharp they looked carved from ice, and his grey eyes flashed over my body. His expression turned to one of disdain when he saw that it was me.

  “Jackson!” I cried loudly. “I need to speak to you.” Angrily, I turned back towards the blonde at the desk. “See, he knows me,” I insisted loudly. “He’s my stepbrother!”

  Jackson licked his lips. He walked closer and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. A wave of spicy cologne washed over me and I shuddered. It smelled so good, so strong – so powerful, like Jackson himself.

  “Belle, what are you doing here?”

  This was it. This was my big moment to scream at him, to shame him, to blame him for not wanting to take care of my mother, his late father’s widow. But when I turned to face him, I found that I was suddenly unable to speak. It was like someone had reached into my chest and yanked out the words I was going to say.

  Jackson raised his eyebrow at me, smirking. “Belle, I asked you a question,” he said, in a deep, sonorous voice that sent shivers down my spine. “What are you doing here?”

  I swallowed. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and I knew that I was losing precious seconds of time. If I didn’t say anything soon, I’d have lost my chance forever.

  “I need to talk to you,” I said softly.

  Jackson smirked. “About what?”

  That’s when my anger came back. I couldn’t believe this asshole was standing in front of me, smirking, just like nothing was wrong.

  “You know why,” I hissed. “My mother is going to be homeless unless you help her out.”

  Jackson shrugged. “I didn’t ask my father to leave me everything,” he said callously. “It just worked out that way.” Jackson licked his lower lip and raised his eyebrows. “You ever think that maybe, just maybe, your mom was a shitty wife?”

  My fist swung through the air and connected with Jackson’s cheek before I could think twice.

  Jackson took the punch without wincing. He stood there, staring at me, then lifted a hand to his cheek and gently rubbed the area where my fist had landed.

  “You’re a little idiot,” Jackson said. He shook his head and grinned, then lowered his gaze down my body and stared right at my chest. “You don’t know anything, Belle.”

  “I don’t know anything?” I repeated angrily. “I don’t know anything? Fuck, Jackson! It’s you who doesn’t know anything! Don’t you know that you’re supposed to take care of your family?” I
pointed angrily towards my chest. “That’s what families do, Jackson! They take care of each other!”

  Jackson’s smirk vanished. “My family is dead,” he said coolly, before turning on his heel and walking out of the lobby.

  I sank down to the floor and started to sob as Jackson walked away. Even though I screamed after him to turn around and come back, he didn’t listen. Instead, security guards came and grabbed me before unceremoniously throwing me out onto the street. It had begun to snow outside, but I didn’t even feel cold. All I felt was hatred and anger towards the man who should have been one of my closest relatives.

  Jackson Rhodes, my stepbrother, was now officially my enemy.

  I knew I couldn’t hang around First Perfect all day waiting to see Jackson again. The guards who tossed me out made it very clear that I wouldn’t be allowed back inside under any circumstances. Finally, I decided to take a cab back to the bed and breakfast. I couldn’t face the idea of talking to Mom yet, and I knew I’d have to come up with the perfect phrasing so she wouldn’t be upset with me.