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Lian's scream echoed through the mansion as he stumbled upon his sister Mei's lifeless body. The silence that followed was only broken by the sound of his own ragged breathing. "Mei, no... please wake up! Open your eyes it's me lian" Lian's desperate cry shook his entire house. He was holding the limp form of his sister whose body was already cold and looked pale. She was identical to him. The only difference was that her hair was longer and she was dressed in a feminine clothes. His parents rushed into the room, their faces frozen in horror. "Mei! Oh God, no!" his mother wailed, collapsing beside Mei's body checking her pulse. Her eyes widened in horror because she could feel a single pulse on her. Lian's father stood paralyzed, his eyes fixed on Mei's lifeless form. "This can't be happening," he whispered, his voice trembling. Lian clutched his mom, Mrs Vince, tears streaming down their faces, As they watched the guards take away mei body. Lian felt numb, his mind reeling from what just happened. He couldn't process the devastating reality. Mei was gone. As the silence continued, Lian's father suddenly stiffened. "The contract," he whispered, his eyes wide with fear. "What are we going to do?" Lian's heart skipped a beat. What contract? And why did it matter now, when Mei was gone? Lian's mother turned to his father, her eyes wild with panic. "We can't tell Cheng about this," she whispered urgently. "What do we do?“ Mrs Vince asked in panic. But her husband wasn't even looking at her so she traced his eyes to where he was looking. “Honey, we have a serious issue. Why are you staring at Lian that way?“ she asked in anger. “We have to find a way to... to replace Mei,"Mr Vince said. “But how?“ Mrs Vince said just then her eyes widen in shock as realisation dawned on her. Lian's mind was filled with so many thoughts. Replace Mei? Why?How could they even suggest such a thing, what's the contract all about? His father's eyes locked onto his. "Lian, you're Mei's twin," he said, his voice low and even. "You're the only one who can take her place." Lian felt a chill run down his spine. Take Mei's place? What did that even mean? "But... but shouldn't Mei be taken to the hospital there is a possibility she is still alive?" Lian asked, his voice shaking. His father's expression turned cold and hard. "It's too late for that, Lian," he said. "Mei is gone. And we need to focus on damages ahead." Lian's mother nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "We'll take care of the... arrangements," she said. "But for now, let's just get through this before tomorrow." “We have no choice but for you to take her place .“ lian's father said with no single emotion in his face. Lian's heart sank in from the words of his father. His mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. His sister was dead, and his parents were talking about replacing her like she was some kind of interchangeable object. "What do you mean, 'take her place'?" Lian demanded, his voice shaking with anger and fear. His father's expression turned cold and hard. "You'll find out soon enough," he said. "For now, just remember that you owe us. We've given you everything, and now it's time for you to repay us." Lian felt a chill run down his spine. What did his father mean? He is just making his mind more messed up. Before he could ask any questions, his mother stepped forward. "Lian, come with me," she said, her voice soft but firm. Lian hesitated, unsure of whether to follow her. But his mother's expression gave no room for argument. He reluctantly followed her out of the room, leaving his father. As they walked, Lian's mother's silence was oppressive. Lian couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. They finally arrived at the garden. "Sit down, Lian," his mother said, her voice softly. Lian hesitated, but his mother's expression brooked no argument. He sat down, his heart racing with anticipation. “I don't know how you will handle this, but this is the truth, i wanted to tell you and mei on your next birthday but I've already told mei before it 's just you i haven't told yet.“ “You see, Lian, you and mei were never my children. Mrs Vince started with a warm tone. “wh…what does mom mean?“ lian asked in a panic voice. “You and your sister were abandoned and your parents were nowhere to be found, so I and your father decided to take the both of you home and take care of you like our own children,” Mrs Vince continued. Lian just sat there staring at her in disbelief, he opened his mouth to speak but the words seemed stuck in his throat. “Your father took a big loan from cheng and in return Mei has to marry him but now Mei is dead you have to replace her.“ she continued. lian thoughts were clouded as he tried to process every word he just heard. “So this is why mei killed herself, mom how could you do this?“ Lian asked as tears dropped falling from his eyes. “Your father's company is going bankrupt and if we don't pay, you wouldn't want all of us dead would you?“ Mrs Vince asked as she stared right into Lian's eyes. “No mom, I wouldn't, but isn't there another way?“ lian asked with a little hope in his eyes. “No lian, there is no other way.“ “You look exactly like your sister so Cheng won't notice anything. You have to replace her or we will all be dead.“ mrs vince said. “The engagement is tomorrow.“ Mrs Vince said in a low tone. “What!!!“ Lian screamed as he stood up.“How could it be tomorrow, mom??“ “I can't do this.“ lian said. “You have to lian or else we would b dead. after all Cheng doesn't know mei has a twin.“ “But what if he finds out I'm not mei, What if he finds out I'm a boy, he would kill me wouldn't he mom?“ lian asked in panic as stared at his mom worriedly. “You don't have to worry about that, I can reassure you that he won't find out.“ “You should go to your room and have more sleep, it's late.“ Mrs Vince said already tired of answering his questions. Lain walked back to his room, his mind still trying to process all that happened today. The death of his sister, he will replace his sister, his getting engaged tomorrow, his going to pretend to be a girl. He walked into his room and collapsed on the bed, he tried to sleep hoping he would wake up and find out it was all a dream. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * THE NEXT DAY Lian stared at his reflection, horrified. His mother had just finished styling his hair and applying makeup, transforming him into a perfect replica of his sister Mei. This was the day he was going to be his engagement with his unknown fiance and he will live there forever with him. "I look exactly like Me?" Lian whispered, his voice trembling. His mother's expression was unyielding. "You'll make a perfect substitute, you must alway make the voice light like that of a female." she said. "Cheng will never know the difference." Lian felt a wave of nausea wash over him. This was insane. He couldn't just pretend to be Mei Forever. "Let's go," she said, holding him as they walked out of the room. Lian stumbled after her, his heart racing. As they reached the entrance hall, Lian saw a limousine waiting outside. His mother pulled him toward the door. The door opened and Liam's father was already seated. “What took you so long?“ he asked, his face visibly angry. Neither of them replied to him. "Get in," she said. "Your fiance is waiting." Lian's blood ran cold. Their words fiance made him feel like puking. As Lian hesitated, his mother's grip on his arm tightened. "Don't disobey us, Lian," she hissed. "Get in the car." Lian felt a surge of fear. He didn't want any of this. But his parents' determination was clear. With a sense of resignation, Lian climbed into the limousine. His mother followed, settling into the seat opposite him where his father was. As the car pulled away from the curb, Lian caught a glimpse of his father's mansion receding into the distance. He felt a pang of sadness. Would he ever see his home again? The journey was silent and tense. Lian's mother stared out the window, her expression unreadable. Lian tried to break the silence, but she ignored him. As the hours passed, Lian's anxiety grew. What would Cheng look like? Would he discover his true identity?THE CHENG'S ESTATE — WEDDING DAY10:04 AM — LIAN’S ROOMLian sat in front of the mirror, dead quiet, watching himself in the reflection. The makeup artist had just finished fixing the last bit of concealer under his eyes, but his hands were still shaking. The weeding gown was tight around the ribs, heavy at the shoulders. Pure white. Designer. Expensive as hell."Everything alright?" the stylist asked, adjusting the veil for the third time.Lian nodded, even though nothing was alright.He kept thinking about his real name. His real self. But he couldn’t afford to think like that today. Not now. Not when he was about to marry the most dangerous man he'd ever met—and somehow, the only person who had ever made him feel safe.He glanced down at his hands. Neatly manicured. Polished. Feminine.Fake.“Breathe,” Cheng’s voice echoed in his mind from earlier that morning.“You get through this and we’re done with all the bullshit. Just me and you.”Lian blinked back the tight feeling in his c
*************************************Cheng caught Lian’s wrist gently as he passed. “Are you okay?”Lian nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.”But his eyes were glassy. His breathing shallow.Cheng leaned in close, voice low. “Did he touch you?”“No.” Lian swallowed. “He just… offered me a check.”Cheng’s face turned to stone.“I said no,” Lian added quickly. “I told him he could go to hell.”Cheng exhaled like he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath. His hand tightened just slightly around Lian’s.“Good girl,” he said, quietly but fiercely.************************************************ THE WILSON VILLA *********"Finally back to this deadass house," Mei muttered, tossing her bag onto the couch like she owned the place.Footsteps pounded from the stairs. Mrs. Wilson appeared, her face pale with shock. "What the actual fuck, Mei? What are you doing in Spain? You’re supposed to be in Portugal!"Mei rolled her eyes. "Damn, Ma. I show up and that’s the welcome I get? You ain't even gonna as
“you're parents”. The word tasted bitter in Lian’s mouth.“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”“Would you have slept if I had?”Lian didn’t answer. He already knew the truth.Cheng stepped closer, his tone softening. “Just be yourself. They won’t bite.”Lian laughed, humorless. “That’s great, coming from a man whose father once shot someone over an undercooked steak.”Cheng smirked. “He won’t shoot you.” Cheng didn't bother to ask how he knew about what his fafher did.Lian arched a brow. “You sure?”“He wouldn't dare,” Cheng admitted, and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Lian’s ear, “but I’d take the bullet first.”The intimacy of that gesture caught Lian off guard. He looked away quickly, pretending not to feel the warmth blooming in his chest.He pretended to smooth the fabric of the robe, trying to ignore the heat climbing up his neck.“You don’t need to say things like that,” he said, his voice quieter now.Cheng tilted his head, still watching him. “I don’t say anything I don
Cheng’S PRIVATE VILLA – NIGHTThe Rolls pulled into the driveway just as the villa’s exterior lights flicked on, casting golden glows against stone walls. The chauffeur exited the car, opening the door.Lian stepped out, the hem of his deep blue dress catching the breeze. Cheng emerged next, moving with that careless, predatory grace of his — all lean muscle and sharp confidence. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, collar unbuttoned. That usual smirk lingered on his lips — half arrogance, half amusement.“I don’t like being ignored,” he said coolly as Lian brushed past him.“I’m not ignoring you,” Lian murmured without turning. “I’m just… tired.”“Oh, you’re definitely ignoring me,” Cheng replied, following him inside. “You’ve been quiet since we left the boutique. That usually means you’re overthinking again.”Lian stopped in the foyer and turned to face him. “I’m not used to being… paraded around.”Cheng raised a brow, stepping closer, hands slipping casually into his pockets. “
*************************************Lian turned slightly. “Sorry, I’m not ready yet—”He froze.A tall, blonde-haired woman stood just inside the boutique. She wore a trench coat and sunglasses, despite the warm weather, and carried a small quilted handbag. Her aura was expensive. Elegant. Confident. But familiar.Not until she removed her glasses.Lian’s blood went cold.It was Vivian.“you……” Lian muttered.Vivian’s lips curved in amusement as she stared at him.“Ueah me! Well,” she said softly. “I heard the rumors… but seeing you today? Much more entertaining.”Lian stepped back slightly, his pulse pounding. “What… what are you doing here?”Vivian tilted her head. “Shopping. Obviously.”She walked slowly around the room, her heels tapping in a gentle rhythm. “I heard Cheng was marrying you for real,” she added casually. “Didn’t believe it at first. You were always the reckless one, the wildest bitch. Not exactly bride material.”Lian's heart raced. Wildest bitch?He tried not to
FLORENCE UNIVERSITY – ART HISTORY LECTURE HALLLian clutched the leather strap of his bag a little tighter as he walked into the lecture hall. The polished floors clicked beneath his heels. Every movement, every glance, every breath in the room felt too loud.He spotted an empty seat in the middle row and made his way toward it, head low. Don’t attract attention. Don’t trip. Don’t—He paused.Andy.Sitting two seats away, hunched slightly over his sketchpad, legs crossed the same casual way Lian remembered from back then. He looked the same — messy curls, leather wristband, a silver ring he always fidgeted with when he was anxious.Lian’s chest tightened.He hesitated for only a second before sliding into the seat beside him.Andy didn’t look up.The professor’s voice started in the background — introductions, syllabus, brushwork techniques — but Lian barely heard any of it. His skin prickled. His thoughts were louder than anything around him.He risked a glance.Andy finally turned h