MasukThe Bentley’s door opened with a quiet click, and cool night air brushed against my skin. Liam stepped out first, tall and confident, his unbuttoned shirt showing just enough of his chest under the warm light at the restaurant’s entrance.The place looked stunning; traditional and serene. Red lanterns hung above the wooden gate, koi swam lazily in clear ponds, and soft music played somewhere inside. The two doormen in yukata bowed deeply as we approached.“Welcome to Sakura Haven, Mr. Smith,” they said together, smiling politely. “We’ve been expecting you.”Liam gave a small nod and didn’t slow down. His phone buzzed in his pocket. I followed quickly, shivering as the night air hit my bare shoulders. The dress; Evelyn’s dress, was sleek and tight, hugging every curve I usually tried to hide. My heart thudded as I remembered his look in the car earlier, it was sharp, suspicious, and possessive. I slipped my arm through his as we walked toward the door, pretending everything was fine.H
Heads kept turning toward Liam. And they couldn't stop whispering.“God, Liam’s hot,” one grip girl whispered. "Evelyn is doing lucky.""Engaged to 'that'?" a PA giggled and bit her lip. "I would worship him daily... anything for a glimpse of that face.""It's like a five-star meal just looking at him," another sighed, her eyes looked hungry.The chatter stung. The word "engaged" was like a knife twisting in my heart. But I kept my stride, toward the mock street, and Paul clapped his hands.“Positions!" he shouted. "No kissing; Mr. Smith’s orders. We’ll do the chase buildup, normal dialogue. Double for the fall later.”Jake, the male lead, grinned when he saw me. “Ready, Evelyn?” he called, winking. His voice was friendly and easy. "Let's make it smooth."“Always,” I answered, keeping my voice steady.My head was full of other things; of the twins, of what had happened earlier, and of the complicated way Liam’s protectiveness felt very different depending on who it was aimed at.“Act
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked before I could stop myself. My hand shook a little as I set my glass down.Liam didn’t answer, his jaw was tight. His hand was gripping his empty glass until his knuckles went white.Then a knock broke the silence, and the van door slid open. Paul stepped in, holding his clipboard like a shield.“Ms. Vaughn, Mr. Smith,” he said, trying to sound confident but he was clearly nervous. “We’re ready for the next scene; the kiss scene with the male lead.”Liam finally looked away from me, and I exhaled quietly. Avery caught my eye from across the van, her small smile helping me keep it together.“Let’s go,” Liam said, standing up. His voice was firm; it was an order, not a suggestion.I followed him and Avery out of the van.The set was alive under bright floodlights, crew members were moving fast, and cameras were ready. The mock street glowed against the dark sky. Liam walked beside Paul, who was still tense.“Kiss scene?” he said, frowning.
The van felt tense after everything that had happened. My palm still burned from slapping the real Evelyn, her fake brunette hair slipping out of place as Paul dragged her away. Her glare had been pure venom.For now, though, I was Evelyn Vaughn; her face, her voice, her confidence. But underneath all of it, I was still Olivia, shaking inside.Liam sat next to me, he was quiet but looked furious. His eyes were dark and sharp, watching me too closely. Avery; still disguised as Rachel, stood nearby, pretending to be calm, though I caught the hint of a smirk. She was enjoying every second of Evelyn’s downfall.I reached out, brushing my fingers against Liam’s arm, forcing myself to sound like Evelyn; entitled and confident.“She’s my assistant, Liam, not your employee,” I said, tossing my hair back. “She’s good at what she does. I told you I’d handle her. You can’t just fire her.”Liam didn’t answer right away. He rolled up his sleeves slowly, revealing the muscles in his forearms, then
Evelyn’s POVThe final bell rang, and I was already waiting by my black Mercedes. Cassie was in the backseat, surrounded by her makeup kit, scrolling through her phone.When Olivia finally showed up, she looked nervous. Her backpack was half open and the script was crumpled in her hands.“Get in,” I said, sliding behind the wheel. I glanced at her through the mirror. “Cassie, you know what to do.”Cassie frowned, setting her phone aside. “Wait–what? You actually want me to make her look like you?”“Yes,” I said flatly, starting the car. “Her face becomes mine. Mine becomes... nothing special. We’re switching for the audition.”Olivia froze in the backseat.“Evelyn, this is insane,” she said quietly. “What if I mess it up? What if they figure it out?”“They won’t,” I said, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You’ve got talent, Olivia. I’ve seen you in drama club. You’re better than half the idiots who call themselves actors. Just do what I say. Cassie, start.”Cassie hesitated, glancing b
Evelyn's POVThe night air hit me as Paul dragged me out of the van. The set lights were blinding, the pier was empty and cold. My cheek burned, a handprint was obviously on my cheek now.Olivia had slapped me. The audacity of that bitch.I yanked my hand away from Paul and stalked toward the edge of Pier 59, my disguise was barely holding up. My heels were cutting into the gravel.The crew stepped aside, looking shocked, but I didn’t care. I kicked a metal crate until it rang, the sound was loud in the cold night.“Fvck!” I shouted, punching the crate with both fists.People stared like I had lost it. Good. Let them watch. Olivia had crossed a line; in front of Liam.Cassie, Tara, and Lena rushed over, their makeup kits clattering against their hips.“Evelyn!” Cassie breathed, grabbing my arm. “Are you okay? Paul said Liam fired you. Is that true?”I slammed my palm down on a stack of props and felt the wood vibrate. “I’m going to kill that bitch,” I snapped, my cheek was throbbing.







