Chapter: Chapter 5: The Public WifeElara lay in Isabella's bed, staring at the ceiling, Julian's words looping in her skull like a song she couldn't turn off.Ask Alexander what really happened the night she disappeared. And when he lies to you, come find me.Lie. He didn't say if he lies. He said when.And the way Julian had spoken about Isabella—like she was already a memory—meant he knew she was gone. Not just missing. Gone. And he knew Elara wasn't her.But he hadn't exposed her. He'd offered help.Don't trust the brother.Isabella's warning was burned into her mind. But Isabella had also written don't trust the husband. Which meant both brothers were dangerous. Both had secrets. And Elara was trapped between them with nothing but a dead woman's journal and a body that betrayed her every time Alexander touched it.She pressed her thighs together under the sheets. Even now, just thinking about what he'd done to her—what she'd let him do—made heat pool low in her belly.I'm getting wet remembering being used.The sha
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Chapter: Chapter 4: Lessons in ObedienceElara woke to sunlight streaming through windows she didn't recognize.For a disoriented moment, she thought she was back in her cramped apartment, that the silk sheets were a dream, that the ache between her thighs was from a long shift scrubbing floors. Then she shifted, and her body reminded her. Everywhere. The tenderness. The faint soreness deep inside. The memory of his weight pressing her into the mattress.She sat up slowly. The room was beautiful. Cream walls. A chandelier. A dressing table covered in bottles and brushes that smelled like jasmine and money.She was sleeping in a dead woman's bed. Wearing a dead woman's life. And last night, she'd let a man who owned her use her body until she shattered beneath him.I should hate myself.She waited for the shame to arrive. It didn't. Instead, she felt... strange. Full. Like something hungry inside her had been fed for the first time in years. Not just the sex—though that had been unlike anything her body had ever known. It was
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Chapter: Chapter 3: What He Paid ForThe zipper slid down her spine like a whisper.Elara's hands were shaking. The blue dress—the one she'd worn to dinner with the Ashfords, pooled at her feet. She stood in Isabella's bedroom in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties that Mrs. Windsor had laid out that morning.She hadn't chosen them. She hadn't chosen anything since she walked into this penthouse.Behind her, she felt Alexander's eyes on her bare skin like a physical weight."Turn around."His voice was calm like he was inspecting a purchase.Elara turned.He stood a few feet away, still in his suit from dinner. His tie was loosened. His jacket was gone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with muscle and veins. He looked at her the way a collector looks at a painting he's just acquired.He owns me.The thought should have filled her with rage and it did. Somewhere deep down, buried under layers of exhaustion and confusion and the strange, shameful relief of being warm, fed and
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Rules of the CageElara didn't sleep.After the bathroom, after the way he'd looked at her like she'd crawled out of a grave, she'd been escorted to a guest room by a silent security guard. The door had locked behind her. She'd checked twice.The room was beautiful. Soft gray walls. A bed big enough for four people. Windows that looked out over a city that glittered like it was mocking her. She sat on the edge of the mattress and stared at the locked door until dawn bled through the curtains.No one came.She didn't have her phone. Her bag was still in the service hallway. Her roommate would be wondering where she was. Rent was due in three days now.None of that mattered anymore.She was trapped in a billionaire's penthouse because she had a birthmark that matched his dead wife's.The lock clicked.Elara stood up fast, heart slamming. The door opened and a woman stepped in. She is older and severe. Her hair pulled back so tight it stretched her face. She wore a dress that cost more than Elara's entire
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Chapter: Chapter 1: How I Ended Up HereYou're probably wondering how a cleaner ended up in a ballroom full of billionaires wearing a dead woman's dress.So am I.The chandeliers above me drip with crystals. Light catches on every surface, throwing little rainbows across the marble floor. The champagne flute in my hand is cold against my fingers. I don't drink. I just hold it because everyone else is holding one, and right now, fitting in is the only thing keeping me alive.Across the room, Julian Blackwood raises his glass at me. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. It never does. He's watching me the way a cat watches something small and wounded, waiting to see if it'll run.I don't look away. Foster kid rule number one: never show fear. Even when your heart is slamming against your ribs. Even when you're wearing a dress that cost more than every paycheck you've ever earned combined.Julian's smile widens. He mouths something across the crowd. Two words.Almost time.My stomach drops. I don't know what he means. But I know i
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