MasukI woke up with my head feeling so heavy. I opened my eyes and found out I was in an unfamiliar room. I immediately sat up and roamed my eyes around the room. Whose house is this? Wait, how did I even get here? Just when I was about to stand up, the door went open and I was surprised when I saw Luke Greene, still in his pajamas while holding a tray with a cup on the top of it. "You're finally awake. Drink this before you come down. It will help for your hangover," he said as he placed the cup on the side table. "T-Thanks..." Seeing Luke suddenly brought back the things I did last night. I got so drunk because I was so frustrated of getting caught by him, then I went here to beg for him to let me continue with my pretention for a month. I don't even remember if he said yes or not. "I have already prepared our breakfast, come down once you're ready or if you're already hungry." "O-Okay...Thanks." He didn't say anything after that. He just nodded his head and left. God, the wa
"What did you say? Charlotte Greene's brother found out about your pretention? How did that happen? How did he find out about it?" I nodded my head. "He's a doctor, dad. For sure he noticed some things that were inconsistent, and from that he concluded that maybe I was a different person. He investigated further, then he found out the truth." Dad let out a deep sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. "We haven't even gotten enough information and we have already been found out. Does Sylus already know about this, too?" I shook my head. "No, he doesn't know about it yet, dad. He will only find out about it once Luke decides to tell it to him." "Then we need to make sure that Luke will never tell Sylus about your secret yet. Because if that mafia boss finds out about that, he will surely do everything to destroy us again, and worst, kill you."I felt my whole body shaking as I heard dad say about the possibilty of Sylus killing me. "B-But how do we even do that? Luke Gre
"I'm so glad the two of you seem to be getting along so well again," Mrs. Greene while we were having dinner together as the celebration of their anniversary. "You're right. Charlotte, can you remember those times when you and Luke used to bicker a lot? Oh, the house just can't be quiet whenever there were the two of you because you keep on teasing each other like dogs and cats," Mr. Greene said, laughing. I smiled as I glanced at Luke who didn't even have any reaction to what his parents were saying. He suddenly wiped his mouth and put his cutlery down. "She won't remember any of that. That would be impossible.;"I suddenly felt my heart beating so fast. Is he going to reveal my true identity now? "You're right, but you know, for sure as time goes by, Charlotte will begin to remember everything. Right, sweetheart?" Mrs. Greene said to me, smiling empathetically.I forced a smile on my face as I nodded my head, "Y-Yes..."" I know you still feel awkward around us, Charlotte. But y
Carmine's POV "Just send my regards to your parents from me, babe," Sylus said as he watched me get ready for the celebration of Mr. and Mrs. Greene's anniversary. "Okay, I will." I just wore a simple baby blue square neck dress, and had my hair half up half down. At least, this what Charlotte used to look like when she was still with them based on the photos that Olivia showed me while I was preparing for my pretention. I was surprised when I suddenly felt Sylus' arms around my waist, hugging me from behind me. "You look so fucking pretty, I kind of want you to just stay here with me," he whispered, his breath on my nape tickling me. "You know how important this night is for my parents, Sylus. I don't want to miss it," I said as I continued putting my lipstick on my lips. Sylus held me even tighter, as if he didn't ever want to let me go. "I know that, but I will miss you." I let out a sigh as I moved away from him and faced him instead. "You're going to see me tomo
I walked home, my mind reeling with the revelation that Carmine was pretending to be my sister, Charlotte. The cool evening air did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. How could she do this to us? To me? The betrayal cut deep, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd been living a lie. As I entered my house, I headed straight to the living room, where a family photo hung on the wall. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a golden light on the faces of my loved ones, and I felt a pang of sadness. I stood in front of the picture, staring at the image of Charlotte, my real sister. She was smiling, happy, and carefree, her eyes sparkling with a joy that I hadn't seen in years. I looked closer at the photo, studying her features, trying to see if there was any resemblance to Carmine. But there was none. Carmine looked nothing like my sister. The shape of her eyes, the curve of her smile, the sound of her laughter – everything was different. I wish I noticed it the first time I
Luke's eyes bore into mine, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Tell me the truth, Charlotte," he said, his voice firm but controlled. "Who are you? And why are you pretending to be my sister?" I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, my eyes darting around the rooftop. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, trying to deflect the question. But Luke was relentless. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice rising. "I've been investigating, and I've found some discrepancies in your story. You're not Charlotte Greene. So, who are you?" I took a step back, feeling trapped. The rooftop was deserted, the only sound the distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the wind. I glanced around, searching for an escape route, but we were alone, with no one in sight. "Luke, please... I-I don't know what you're talking about. I am Charlotte...Y-Your sister..." But he kept coming, his questions pouring out like a barrage. "No, you definitely are not. I know my sister, and y







