London's POV,
I sat there, feeling numb and exhausted, eager for the wedding reception to be over. I hadn't seen George since he'd disappeared, and Alfred's news of Paris's return only made me more anxious.I was eager to see Paris and give her a piece of my mind for not showing up on time for her wedding. But something about the way Alfred had looked at me with tears in his eyes, had left me feeling uneasy about Paris's return. He had rushed off without telling me more when he saw George's mom approaching, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong but I quickly remembered that we had to keep up the charade of me being Paris. The last thing we needed was for anyone to find out the truth."Where's my son?" George's mother asked as she approached me."I don't know," I said, trying to sound calm. "I haven't seen him.""You look stressed," she said, her voice full of concern. "Why don't you go inside and rest? I'll take care of the guests."I nodded, relieved to have an excuse to leave. I quickly made my way out of the boisterous noisy hall.A few moments later, I rushed back home, anxious to find out what was going on. As I opened the door, I was shocked to see my mother sobbing on the floor, while my father sat on the couch, staring blankly into space."Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest."It's...it's Paris," she sobbed, pointing towards the bedroom.I ran to the bedroom and was horrified to see my twin sister, Paris, lying on the bed, her body cold and still.My heart sank as I realized the terrible truth. My sister was dead.In a daze, I turned to my mother, who was still weeping on the floor."What happened?" I managed to ask, my voice shaking."I... I don't know," she stammered. "I came home from the reception and found her like this. I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn't respond."My mind was reeling, trying to process what had happened. I felt numb with shock and grief."Did you call the police?" I asked, my voice sounding far away."We can't let anyone know about this," my father said angrily. "George and his family would never forgive us if we disgraced them. The death of Paris must remain a secret, just as her disappearance was."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father was suggesting that we hide the truth about my sister's death. But I knew he was right - the consequences of letting the truth out would be devastating.My mind was spinning, trying to process everything that had happened. George and his mother had pressured Paris to marry because they wanted to keep their family name and legacy intact. If they found out about her sudden death, it would ruin my family's reputation, since their family was powerful and wealthy."How are we supposed to keep up this charade if we don't tell them the truth?" my mother asked, tears streaming down her face.My father's expression was cold and unreadable. "We'll give them the bride they know," he said, his voice devoid of emotion."You can't be serious!" I protested, anger and disbelief coursing through me. I couldn't believe that my father wanted me to take my sister's place, to marry the man I didn't love."We don't have a choice," he replied, his tone harsh."If we don't do this," my father continued, "They'll make us pay for what we've done. You have no idea the kind of power they have. They could destroy us, take everything we have. I won't let that happen."My father's words were like a slap in the face. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Everything was spiraling out of control, and I didn't know how to make it stop."But what about my dreams?" I asked, my voice breaking. "What about the life I wanted to live?""If you become George's bride, you'll have the power and influence you need to pursue your dreams and find out what happened to your sister," my father said, his voice rising in volume. "You'll have the resources and connections to get justice for her."No one could tell the difference between Paris and me. We looked exactly alike, and we even sounded the same. If I took her place, no one would know the difference. But the thought of living a lie, pretending to be someone I wasn't, made my stomach churn.The more I thought about it, the more trapped I felt. It seemed like I was being forced into a corner, with no way out. I felt like I was losing control of my own life, and I didn't know how to take it back. Unlike Paris, I was never one to tolerate mean treatment. I had always been fiercely independent, and I had never felt comfortable living in a bubble of conformity. I was used to speaking my mind and living a life of freedom. Now, my father was asking me to become someone else entirely, to give up everything that made me who I was._____________________________George's POV,"You can excuse us now and make sure no one comes close to the premises," I instructed James.I walked into my secret chamber and met Charlotte half dressed and lying on my bed."Hello, Mr. Groom," She said with a seductive voice."What are you doing here Charlotte," I questioned. "It's my wedding day and you know my mom won't.... "She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me."It doesn't matter what your mother thinks," she said, her voice full of desire. "I'm here for you."I let out a nervous laugh, unsure how to respond. Though she was my ex, she had always known how to get a rise out of me. But I didn't have time for games."You don't really expect me to leave, do you?" she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "After all, I know you better than anyone else." "You need to go," I said. "But what if I don't want to go?" she said, her voice low and seductive. "What if I want to stay and see what happens next?""You know what the consequences would be," I said, my voice low and dangerous."It seems James didn't pass on my message," she said, her voice steady. "I'm pregnant, and the baby is yours." "You have to get rid of it," I said, my voice cold and hard. "I can't have a child with you."She looked at me, her eyes wide and fearful. "Please, don't do this," she begged. "I'll do anything," "You're not in a position to bargain," I said, my voice hard.London's POV, As I walked back into the wedding reception, my eyes were still red and swollen from crying. But I knew I had to put on a brave face, for everyone's sake. I had to continue the charade and pretend to be Paris, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to mourn my sister's death, to grieve and process everything that had happened. But I couldn't, not yet. I had to stay strong for her.I tried to put on a happy face to look like everything was normal. But inside, I was falling apart. I felt like a fraud.... like I was somehow betraying my sister by continuing to pretend to be her instead of mourning her. But I had no choice. As I walked through the crowd, I could feel the eyes of the guests on me. They were curious, wondering why I had been away for so long. But I just smiled and kept walking, not wanting to engage with anyone. I felt like I was in a trance, moving through the room without really seeing anything."Paris, you look exhausted," George's mot
George's PovThe look of shock and betrayal on Paris's face as she walked in on me and Charlotte was oddly empowering. I had always been clear that our marriage was one of convenience, a way to keep up appearances and save face for the family. I felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the pain I was causing her. "What if she decides to tell your mother about Charlotte?" James asked, his voice full of concern as we walked back to the reception hall. "You know what that would mean for you."I scoffed, refusing to entertain the idea. "She would never do that," I said, my voice full of confidence. "She knows what's at stake."James looked doubtful, but he didn't press the issue. "If you say so, sir," he said, his tone deferential. "But I have to warn you that things could get very messy if she does decide to speak up.""She will do no such thing. If not for your incompetence, we wouldn't have had such at first," I said. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, his voice trembling. "Whatever it takes to
London's POVThe wedding day was pure torture, and having to interact with George and his family was like walking through a minefield. I was relieved when it was finally over, and I could retreat to the sanctuary of my room. I sank onto the bed, feeling drained and exhausted. It had been one of the worst days of my life, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.As I thought about Paris, my sister, who had been brutally murdered, I couldn't hold back the tears that began to flow. How could this have happened? Who could have done this to her? The image of her lifeless body flashed before my eyes, and I struggled to make sense of it all. The face of the corpse was so disfigured that I couldn't be sure it was her, but deep down, I knew the truth. My sister was gone, and I would never see her again.The grief and sadness welled up inside me, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of despair as I sobbed loudly. Paris had been my best friend, my confidant, and my twin. We had share
Rosa's Katz PovThe satisfaction I felt in watching my plans come to fruition was immeasurable. It had been a long and difficult road since my husband's death, but I had taken up the mantle of leadership with determination and strength. As I sat at the head of the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I plotted my next move. My stepdaughter-in-law, Paris, was a relatively new member of the family, and I knew she would be easy to manipulate. She was young and naive, and I knew that I could use that to my advantage. I had chosen her over Charlotte because I knew Charlotte would be a thorn in my side. She was strong-willed and independent, and I knew she would never fall in line the way I wanted her to. But Paris was different. She would be eager to please and eager to be accepted by the family. I knew that with the right amount of pressure and persuasion, I could get her to do whatever I wanted. And if she didn't comply, I knew I could use her weakness against her.
Paris's POV"Get in, you're holding up the line!" the man barked, shoving us roughly into the crowded container. I could hear the women and children inside crying and moaning, and the stench of fear and desperation hung heavy in the air. We were being smuggled out of the city, and the conditions were anything but ideal. But we had no choice - this was our only way out.As the door slammed shut, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The darkness closed in around us, and I could feel the panic rising in my throat. I had no idea what would happen next, or if I would even survive the journey. The ship began to move, and we were jostled and shaken as it set sail. The rocking motion of the vessel made me feel sick to my stomach, and I could hear the others around me retching and moaning. I tried to close my eyes and block out the noise, but it was impossible to escape the reality of our situation. I had no idea how long we would be stuck in this container or where we were headed , but al
London's POVAs I reached for the door handle, I heard a gruff voice from behind me. "Hey, where are you going?"My heart sank as I turned to see George standing there, a look of confusion and concern on his face. I didn't want to see him, didn't want to talk to him. I just wanted to be alone, to wallow in my own misery. I forced a smile, trying to appear composed. "I just...I need some air," I stammered, my voice breaking."But there's no need for it again," I said and walked back into my room not giving him an audience. He rapped on the door again, and I let out a huff of frustration. "What do you want?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.He gave me a look of mock offense. "Is that any way to greet your husband in the morning?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I could feel my temper rising, and I fought to keep it in check. "Just go away, George," I said, my voice wavering. "I don't want to talk to you right now.""Oh, come on now," he said with a laugh that sounded m
London's POV"Paris," Mrs. Katz said, looking up from her plate of food. "I wanted to let you know that you'll be starting your new position at the company tomorrow."I could feel my heart sink as she spoke. I had hoped for a few more days to prepare myself for the new job, but it seemed that fate had other plans. I mustered a smile and tried to sound enthusiastic. While Paris had a wealth of experience working in companies, I had never set foot in an office. I had no idea what it would be like to report to a boss, to work alongside colleagues, or to deal with office politics. "That's great news, Mrs. Katz. I can't wait to get started."But deep down, I was feeling anything but excited."From now on, you should address me as Mother," Mrs. Kartz said, her voice warm and comforting. "You're more than just an employee, you're part of our family. After all, you're married to George." "You can't change a leopard's spots," Sophia sneered. "You might have married George, but you'll always
London's POVAs I walked into the office the next day, my head was spinning with thoughts of the private investigator I had hired to look into my sister's death. I was so preoccupied with my phone, checking for updates from the investigator that I didn't see the lady walking towards me. We collided, and I dropped my phone."I'm so sorry," I apologized, helping her pick up her things. But as our eyes met, I felt a jolt of recognition. "You!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in anger. She flinched, her face turning pale with fear. I had seen her before, I was sure of it. But where? And why did she look so afraid of me?I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. She looked like she was about to bolt, but I needed to get some answers. "Please, don't go!" I said, reaching out a hand to stop her."Please, just leave me alone!" she cried, her voice shaking with fear. She scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could, but she tripped and fell again but quickly stood up and