THE WRONG SISTER
Arwen was never supposed to be here. Her sister was the beautiful and confident one.
The one promised to billionaire tycoon Caelum Ravencroft.
But days before her wedding to billionaire CEO Caelum Ravencroft, the perfect Isolde disappears. To save their family from ruin, her quiet, overlooked sister Arwen is pushed into her place.
Caelum is powerful, distant, and used to getting exactly what he wants. He expects a polished bride who fits his world. What he gets instead is Arwen-quiet, thoughtful, an artist who hides her dreams and her pain behind polite smiles. He doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t trust him. But living under the same roof, pretending to be husband and wife, cracks something open neither of them planned.
Then a message shatters everything:
Don’t trust her.
When Arwen’s secret is exposed, she’s thrown out with nothing but heartbreak — and a truth that could change everything. Because while Caelum believed she was lying to him, he never saw the real danger closing in.
Now his enemies are circling and his empire is burning. The only woman who can save him is the one he lost.
But… She’s already gone. And she’s carrying his heir.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Performance“Smile more. No, not like that. Like you’re happy.”Arwen sat in front of a makeup artist who’d been working on her face for forty minutes, turning her into someone camera-ready.Beside her, a woman in a sharp black suit paced with a tablet. She’d introduced herself as Simone Marks, Caelum’s PR director.“The press conference starts in an hour. We’ve prepared statements for both of you. Memorize them.” Simone thrust a packet of papers at Arwen. “Don’t deviate. These reporters will twist anything you say.”“Okay,” she replied, trying not to move her mouth while the makeup artist applied lipstick.Simone stopped pacing and looked at Arwen. “Some reporters have noticed small things. We need to shut that down today.”Arwen’s stomach dropped. “What kind of things?”“Your hair color change. The fact that Isolde Valehart hasn’t posted on Instagram in five days. A gossip columnist noticed you’re wearing different perfume at the estate.” Simone leaned in. “People in our world notice everything
Última actualización: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Chapter 4: First ContactDinner was at seven.Arwen stood before Isolde’s closet at six-forty, staring at the row of dresses that screamed a life she’d never lived.Her hand moved to a deep emerald dress with a neckline that plunged lower than anything she had ever worn.Just for tonight, Arwen.By the time she made it downstairs, her heart was beating so hard she thought everyone would hear it.A staff member directed her to a dining room. Long table, high-backed chairs, crystal chandelier throwing prisms of light across white walls.Marcelline sat at one end of the table, already eating a small salad. She looked up as Arwen entered, and something flickered across her face.“Isolde. How punctual.”The surprise in her voice wasn’t hidden very well. Apparently Isolde had a history of being late.“Thank you for having me,” Arwen said, taking the seat a staff member pulled out for her.“My son will be joining us shortly.” Marcelline’s gaze swept over Arwen’s dress. “That’s new.”“I like trying new things.”“Hmm.
Última actualización: 2026-02-11
Chapter: Chapter 3: The Gilded Cage“Stop fidgeting.”Arwen’s hands stilled in her lap, but the urge to touch her newly blonde hair wouldn’t go away.“Sorry,” she murmured, then caught herself. Isolde never apologized. She’d have to remember that.They had spent one frantic day transforming her into Isolde—her hair dyed blonde by a stylist, her mannerisms coached by Celeste who drilled her on how to walk, talk, smile, and eat like her confident sister.“The hair suits you. You look just like her.” Her mother sat across from her in the back of the town car, studying her with critical eyes.But I’m not her. The words sat heavy on Arwen’s tongue, unspoken.“Remember what we discussed,” Celeste continued. “Isolde doesn’t ask permission, she is confident.”“She drinks champagne, not water. Wears Chanel No. 5. Hates roses, loves peonies. Never crosses her legs at the ankle, always at the knee.” Arwen recited the list they’d drilled into her for the past 24 hours. “I know, Mom. I’ve known her my whole life.”She’d spent twenty
Última actualización: 2026-02-08
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Debt of BloodArwen stood alone in the fitting room, surrounded by mirrors that showed her from every angle. She walked slowly to the mannequin, looked up at the wedding gown and reached out with trembling fingers and touched the fabric.It felt like surrender.The door burst open. Her mother stood in the doorway.“Mom.”“Your father told me.” Celeste Valehart’s voice was steady, but her hands were shaking. “He told me about what he asked you to do.”Arwen turned away from the wedding gown. “And you’re here to convince me to say yes.”“I’m here to beg you.” Celeste closed the door and moved into the room. “Arwen, Please do this.”“Mom, you too?” Arwen’s voice rose. “You’re asking me to marry a complete stranger. To pretend to be Isolde for god knows how long.”“I know what I’m asking.”“It doesn’t sound like you do.” Arwen felt tears burning behind her eyes. “It sounds like you think this is just another little favor.”Celeste flinched. “You think I don’t know how unfair this is? Y
Última actualización: 2026-02-08
Chapter: Chapter 1: The Ghost in the GownThe atelier door burst open.“Dad?” Arwen Valehart set down her charcoal pencil. “What are you doing here? I thought you had meetings…”She looked up from her sketchbook, startled. Her father stood in the doorway, his silver hair disheveled, his face looking pale.“She’s gone.” His voice came out barely more than a whisper. “Isolde is gone.”The words didn’t make sense. Arwen blinked, her brain struggling to process them into meaning.“Gone where? What do you mean gone?”Thorne Valehart moved into the fitting room fully. He collapsed onto the velvet settee, his head dropping into his hands. Behind him, Margot, the head seamstress, hovered in the doorway, her expression neutral.“Mr. Valehart, should I…”“Leave us.” Thorne’s voice was sharp. “Close the door. Tell your staff to go home.”Margot’s lips thinned, but she nodded and disappeared. The door clicked shut.Arwen stood slowly, her legs unsteady. “Dad, you’re scaring me. What happened to Isolde?”He looked up, and she saw somethin
Última actualización: 2026-02-05
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