My Fiancé's Twin, A Cruel Deception

he past year, the man I' ve shared

r, a stand-in. My real fiancé, Brandon, was s

g places. They were going to let me marry the twin, th

tacking her. Brandon, the man who swore to protect m

blamed me. He didn't hesitate. He thre

He simply discarded me, the woman

Valois, heiress to an empire. After being rescued from that hell, I faked my death an

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he past year, the man I' ve shared

from an anonymo

t Villa. Room 302. Yo

e were getting married next month. This felt like a pathetic, desperat

ered over the

message came thro

heavy drumbeat against

, the same dark hair that he was always pushing back from his forehead. But this man was different. He was slouched over th

ng with the p

e person behind the camera asked. "You're jus

He's paying me enough to make it worth my while. Besides," he smirked, his voice a gravelly echo of m

ideo

e hardwood floor. I couldn't breathe. It felt like a band was

ife, our lov

f denial and white-hot terror. I drove to the Starlight

reserved for his most important clients. I had never been here.

tly ajar. My hand trembled as I push

ot the rough imitation from the video, but the one

Just a little m

ears. Gentle. Patient. Full of a

dge of a bed, carefully feeding soup to a woman with a b

with his thumb. It was an act of such casual

o buy him for our third anniversary. It hung loosely on her delicate wris

ryl murmured, her voice weak a

" He spoke about the car crash she'd been in a year ago, the one that had supposedly given her a severe bra

ldn't break any further, spli

t through the air again. "Brot

opped midway to her lips. The s

his voice low an

ere ringing. Married. He was married to

face turning in my general direction as if she could sense

n. "Don't worry about he

e years of my li

, she's completely obedient. She won't notice the difference. After the wedding, we'll arrange for a little...

't just planning to replace himself in my life. He was planning to discard me

loved my eyes. "They're so clear, Farah," he used to say. "Like

gave him a headache. I changed my entire wardrobe because he preferred a more subdued, classic style. I cut off friends he deemed too loud

come an organ donor

ead snapped toward th

my breath, pressing mys

the floor. For a terrifying second, I thought he would find me. But he only glanced out, his ga

lock click

voice, now clear and in the room with th

don replied. "She

he was the most precious thing in the world, and ca

I slid down the wall, my b

zzed in my hand. The c

rembled as

e of his twin, Danial, filled my ear. "J

churned w

voice cracked and raw with

side the villa, and he must not have heard me over the nois

hun

ven hear me. My declaration of freedom, my final, desperate

ally let the tears fall. I had given this man my heart, my soul, my entire worl

he was

My love wasn't a gift to be discarded. It

. Another message fro

ning this time.

options. So are you. Inter