Chapter 1: So unexpected

My name is Allen Walker. I'm your typical 26-year-old bachelor. I live alone in a tiny apartment—it's not much, but it's home.

Today is the same as usual. I wake up and get ready for work. I work part-time at a convenience store. The pay is awful, but what can a guy like me do?

I've always been alone. My mom died giving birth to me, and my dad committed suicide shortly after. My grandma raised me until she passed away when I was seven years old. I don't even remember what she looked like. Since then, I've been moving from foster home to foster home.

I let out a sigh and continued my long, boring trip to my awful job at the convenience store. As I walked, I saw two cars speed past me. "What a bunch of idiots," I muttered to myself. Suddenly, I heard a crash.

I rushed towards the two cars that had sped by. When I reached the crash site, I couldn't believe my eyes—the cars were wrecked.

Suddenly, a little girl cried out. A woman screamed, "Someone help me! There's a little girl in the car. Help me get her out!" A few bystanders rushed over to help.

I stood behind the crowd that had gathered and watched. The driver of the car with the little girl spoke softly, "Protect her, please," he begged before passing away.

Even though I was far from the driver, I heard every word.

I walked toward the front of the crowd, watching as the little girl was finally pulled from the wreckage. Her body trembled slightly, her eyes wide with fear.

"We need to get her to the hospital," I said, my voice firm. Without thinking, I lifted my hand and added, "I'll take her." The woman who had been helping nodded in agreement and quickly called a taxi.

When the taxi arrived, I climbed in first. The woman gently handed me the little girl. "Be careful," she said, her voice filled with concern. I nodded, holding the girl close.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"To the hospital," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

The driver glanced at me through his rearview mirror. "What happened?" he asked.

"There was an accident," I said quietly. "Everyone except this little girl died."

"So you're not her father?" he asked, his eyes flicking to the girl in my arms.

"No, I'm just a bystander helping out," I replied.

The driver gave a small nod. "Seems like there are still good people in this world," he said.

We talked a bit more as the taxi weaved through traffic, the city blurring past us. When we finally reached the hospital, I felt a wave of relief. The driver helped us out, and I carried the little girl inside.

I rushed towards a nurse, still holding the little girl in my arms.

"I need a doctor! There was a huge accident, and she got hurt."

The nurse signaled to a few colleagues, and they quickly took the little girl from me.

"She'll be alright," one of the nurses said.

I sat down in the waiting area as the nurses and doctors attended to the little girl. Suddenly, it hit me—I had missed my part-time job. My boss was going to fire me.

I took out my phone and called him quickly.

"Boss, while I was coming to work, something happened, so I didn't get to come in today."

"Don't bother with your excuses," he snapped. "And don't come back. You're fired."

"Damn it," I muttered, holding my head in my hands. It hadn't even been a month since I started working there.

"Where's my daughter?" I heard a voice say.

I looked up and saw a beautiful woman, her hair black and her lips red as cherries. She looked directly at me and walked over.

"Hey, you," she said.

"Yes?" I replied, fear gripping me.

She was surrounded by six imposing bodyguards.

"How may I help you?" I asked.

"Did you see anyone bringing a little girl in here?"

I giggled nervously and replied, "Yes."

At that moment, a nurse approached me and said, "Sir, your daughter will be alright. There's nothing seriously wrong with her."

"Thank you," I replied.

"So, you have a daughter?" the woman asked.

"No, I don't..." I quickly explained everything to her, and she thanked me.

She gracefully settled into the chair beside me, her presence magnetic. I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from her, struck by the sheer radiance of her beauty.

A flicker of amusement danced in her eyes as they met mine, causing me to quickly avert my gaze, suddenly feeling exposed under her scrutiny.

"Are you married?" she asked, her voice soft yet commanding.

I shook my head. "Nope," I managed to respond, my voice slightly strained.

"And are you in a relationship?" Her question hung in the air, tinged with curiosity.

Again, I replied, my discomfort evident. "Nope," I admitted, feeling awkward under her penetrating gaze.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in closer. "Well then, why don't you marry me?" she proposed, her words catching me off guard.

My mind raced, confusion clouding my thoughts. "Huh?" I stammered, struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

Her expression turned serious as she spoke again, her tone unwavering. "From today on, you'll be my husband. And if you dare to decline..." With a snap of her fingers, her guards closed in around me, their presence a stark reminder of her power.

Fear gripped me as I quickly weighed my options. "I won't decline," I blurted out, my voice trembling with apprehension.

A sense of relief washed over me as she smiled warmly. "Good," she said, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "My name is Elizabeth Winter."

I swallowed hard, struggling to compose myself. "My name is Allen Walker," I managed to say, my words faltering as I stumbled over my own name.

"Allen Walker," she repeated with a smile, her voice filled with certainty. "From today on, you're mine."

I laughed nervously, the weight of her words sinking in.

And that, dear reader, is how I found myself married with twins.