BETWEEN SISTERS AND SINS

~MAYA~

"Zip it higher," my mother, Evelyn Lin, snapped. Her fingers dug hard into my shoulders, spinning me around to face the triple-pane vanity mirror. "Maya, stop slouching. Ayra never slouches. You look like a broken doll."

I stared at the reflection, but all I saw was my twin sister. The ivory lace hugged every curve of my body, but it didn't belong to me. Nothing in this room belonged to me. The five-carat pink diamond ring glittering on the velvet tray belonged to my twin sister. The penthouse overlooking the financial district belonged to her.

"Mom, this is insane," I whispered, my voice trembling as I reached up to touch the heavy, layered lace of the cathedral veil draped over my head. It was thick enough to obscure my features, transforming me into a nameless, faceless silhouette. "Ayra’s been gone for only two hours. The wedding is scheduled to start in fifteen minutes. You can't just expect me to walk down the aisle and pretend—"

"Shut your mouth!" Evelyn hissed, her face contorting into desperation. She grabbed my arm, her nails biting through the delicate fabric of the sleeve. "Do you have any idea what happens if that altar is empty today? The Vance-Lin corporate merger is the only thing keeping our family from bankruptcy. Julian's grandfather signed the funding clauses based on Ayra’s signature. If Julian finds out she fled, he will liquidate our assets by midnight. We will be on the streets, Maya!"

"Then call the police!" I cried, trying to wrench my arm free. "She wouldn't just leave! She’s spent ten years plotting to become Julian’s wife. Why would she vanish now?"

"Because she’s a fool!" Evelyn threw her hands up, pacing the marble floor like a caged animal. "She left a text on Julian’s private server. Breaking off a decade-long engagement, threatening to plunge the entire Vance empire into a public relations nightmare. His family’s cleanup team intercepted it before Julian saw it. They came to me ten minutes ago with a chilling offer."

Evelyn stopped pacing. She turned to me, her eyes glittering with a cold resolve.

"They told me to find a replacement. They told me to step you into your sister's shoes. Wear her ring. Walk down the aisle. Pretend to be her until their recovery team tracks her down."

"No," I said, backing away until the tulle train of the dress tangled around my ankles. "No way. Julian Vance isn't a man you can trick, Mom. He runs this city with an iron fist. He’s ruthless. If he realizes I’m not Ayra, he’ll destroy me."

"He won't realize anything," Evelyn said, walking toward me slowly, her voice dropping into a manipulative purr. "The veil is thick. You sound like her when you try. You owe me this, Maya. I paid for your college. Today, you will pay your debt."

"I won't do it." I reached behind my back, desperately trying to find the zipper to tear the gown off my body. "I'm leaving."

Evelyn’s face went dead silent. She didn't argue. Instead, she stepped forward, raised her hand, and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across my face.

SMACK!

The force of the blow cracked against my cheekbone, I stumbled backward against the vanity table, the glass perfume bottles rattling around me. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I clutched my burning cheek beneath the heavy lace of the veil.

"You will do exactly as I say," Evelyn whispered, her face inches from mine. She reached over, grabbed the five-carat diamond ring from the tray, and violently forced it onto my ring finger, scraping the skin until it clicked into place. "You are walking down that aisle today, Maya. Or I will cut the life-support funding for william's medical facility by morning."

My breath caught. My brother. The only person in this toxic family I loved. She had me trapped. Completely, utterly trapped.

Before I could even process the devastating weight of her threat, the heavy oak doors of the bridal suite were violently thrown open.

Two towering, broad-shouldered men in sleek black suits and earpieces stepped into the room. Julian Vance’s elite personal security detail. Their faces were expressionless, their eyes dead, carrying the aura of men who buried secrets for a living.

"Time is up," the lead guard barked, his voice echoing coldly off the marble walls. "The groom is waiting at the altar. The media broadcast is live. Move."

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. My hands shook violently against the silk of the gown as Evelyn aggressively shoved me forward, smoothing down the heavy veil so not a single inch of my face was visible.

I was dragged out of the room, my heels clicking against the cold floor like a countdown to my own execution. The grand mahogany church doors loomed ahead. Behind them, five hundred of the world's most powerful billionaires, politicians, and reporters were waiting for the perfect twin.

The heavy brass handles turned. The massive doors swung inward, revealing a blinding wall of camera flashes and the booming, echoing chords of the wedding march.

At the very end of the long, white-carpeted aisle stood Julian Vance. He loomed like a shadow king, his custom tuxedo molding to a broad frame. His jaw was clenched tight, his pitch-black eyes fixed entirely on the doors. On me.

Every step I took felt like walking into a meat grinder. The heavy lace veil blurred my vision, but I could feel his gaze cutting through the fabric, pinning me down.

Finally, my shaking legs reached the altar. The music faded into dead silence.

Julian stepped forward to take my hand. The moment his fingers closed around my wrist, his grip tightened into a bruising vice. He pulled me an inch closer, his towering frame completely blocking me from the audience.

Beneath the heavy veil, my eyes widened in panic as Julian leaned his head down, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear.

His voice dropped into a whisper that sent a violent shiver straight through my soul:

"Your hands are much smaller than they were yesterday, my love... Who the hell are you?"