The Mistress Who Ran Away With The Twins Novel – Paris And Egypt “Ackkkkk!” I struggled to break free from the hands tightly gripping my neck. The man choking me had a face twisted in rage, his eyes wild with fury. “Ackk… s-stop… please…” I tried to cry out, to scream for help — but no voice came.
Only strangled groans escaped my lips, raw and broken. My lungs begged for air. “I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” He shouted angrily, pressing harder on my throat. I could feel my strength slowly fading, my legs giving out beneath me. My vision started to blur. Everything around me felt like it was spinning. Am I going to die? Even as my mind began to fade, I could still think.
No… I can’t die yet. This body… it’s no longer mine alone! I screamed in my thoughts, because I could no longer speak. The words stayed trapped inside me. “Rome! What are you doing?!” A voice suddenly rang out. It sounded far away, but also familiar. I tried to hold on to that voice, but darkness had already started to take over.
And then… silence. ….. “Mommy! Mommy, wake up!” A tiny voice called out to me as small hands gently shook my body. I gasped for air as I stirred from sleep, slowly awakening to the sound of that little voice calling out to me. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was an adorable face — a sweet little girl whose face was so close to mine that if either of us moved even slightly, our noses would touch. “Mommyyy! Are you awake now?!” She shouted right into my face, her wide eyes filled with both worry and excitement as she leaned in even closer.
I couldn’t help but giggle. I wrapped my arms around her small waist and started tickling her sides, unable to resist the urge brought on by her overwhelming cuteness. “Hehehe! Stop it, M-mommy, tehehe!” She squirmed and laughed uncontrollably, her giggles ringing out like music — bright and innocent. But I didn’t stop there. I showered her neck with playful kisses, which only made her laugh harder, her tiny hands trying to shield herself from the tickle attack.
Our joyful moment was suddenly interrupted by another small voice from across the room. “Mommyyyy, you’re awake?” I turned toward the door and saw another cute little face peeking through. The moment she realized I was awake, she burst into a run, her little feet pattering excitedly against the floor. “Mommyyyy!” she squealed with delight, pushing her sister aside just to reach me first. “Egypt, don’t push your sister. Say sorry to Paris.” I said gently. “Sowrry, Paris…” Egypt mumbled with a pout, then wrapped her arms around her sister in an apologetic hug. “It’s okay, Egypt.” Paris replied sweetly, hugging her back without hesitation.
I watched them with a warm smile, my heart full as they embraced — their tiny arms wrapped around each other, their bond already strong and pure despite their young age. They are Paris and Egypt Lincolm — my beloved daughters who carry my last name. They’re twins, just five years old, but surprisingly mature for their age. Paris, being born thirty minutes earlier, naturally steps into the role of the big sister. She’s thoughtful, caring, and always looks out for Egypt. Meanwhile, Egypt, full of boundless energy and curiosity, keeps us all on our toes with her playful nature.