LOGINLyka is a simple woman, jolly, funny and kind-hearted. She accepted her fate when her father died. She became a nanny in her own house because of her stepmother but she never blamed her father for marrying again before but now she seeks freedom. One day, her cousin Kyla visited her and brought her away from her miserable life. They hung out together and even bought her everything she needed. She thought Kyla was just so good to her because they were relatives. Days passed, when Lyka heard a sudden news that her stepmother wanted to sell her to those loan sharks. She was terrified and immediately planned on escaping. She went far away even though she didn't want to leave her younger step brothers. She doesn't have a choice but to go far away. On her new journey, new life, new apartment, her cousin Kyla suddenly showed up and begged her to act as her substitute as a bride. She immediately said no even though they really look alike. But things changed when Lyka knew her cousin was in danger. She made a choice to agree with the said plan. She was anxious to meet her husband. Kyran was not fond of this kind of arrangement but was forced to have her beside him. Would they click with others or would it be a disaster?
View MoreChapter 5LYKA’S POVHere I am, sitting in front of Kyla who’s been pacing non-stop in front of me. Since she was discharged from the hospital, she’s been back to her usual hyper self—and is now acting like a drill sergeant giving me lectures.Honestly, her words are all jumbled in my head.“Stop!” I interrupted, throwing both hands in the air.“What now?” she asked, confused.I handed her the brand-new phone that auntie Helen had just bought me. I needed props, after all.“What am I supposed to do with this?”“Save all your hobbies in the memo. You type them—I'm too lazy,” I said, frowning.She rolled her eyes but started typing, copying from a handwritten list. After a few minutes, she was done and handed me the phone.“Fast typist,” I commented.“Of course! Now, this is the exciting part,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.She opened a folder dramatically like she was about to reveal national secrets.“Your groom is Kyran Liam Eidenberg, twenty-nine years old, CEO of Airvoice Comp
Chapter 4LYKA’S POVAS KYLA AND I entered one of the beaches in Kaputian, I could feel people’s eyes following us. I let out a deep sigh and picked up my pace, dragging her along behind me. This is exactly why I hate dressing like this. I don’t like being the center of attention.“You know what, Lyka? You should dress like this all the time—people would really think we’re twins,” Kyla said cheerfully.I pinched her side.“Ow! That hurt!”“You’re so annoying! There’s a big difference between us, you know—especially when it comes to things we like and don’t like.”I’m definitely one of the boys. I like fistfights, not makeup. I wear rubber shoes, not heels. I’m not into dressing up or acting rich, even if I kinda look like I could be.“Lyka, I’m hungry. Let’s eat first,” she interrupted, grabbing my arm.“Fine! No wonder you’re getting chubby, you eat nonstop.”She pouted as we stopped by a small food place nearby. We went in and sat at an empty table. I was looking over the menu while
Chapter 3LYKA'S POVThere I was, wandering the streets again. I approached an elderly woman sweeping the sidewalk.“Excuse me Miss, do you know any apartments for rent here?”“Why, miss? Are you looking for one?”Of course I am. Why else would I be asking?“Yes,” I answered politely.“There’s one right behind you. Small room’s three thousand, a bigger one is four-five. One month deposit.”“Are you the owner?”“No, my son is.”Ah, makes sense.“I’ll take the bigger one.”“Alright. Come on, I’ll show you.”She led the way. The room was spacious enough and decent. I handed her the money, got the key, locked the door, then took a tricycle back to the hotel.When I got there, I had all my stuff sent to the new apartment. I spent hours organizing, then slumped onto the sofa, totally drained. I needed to find a job. I didn’t want to rely on Dad’s pension forever.THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up early, freshened up, and wore one of the outfits Kyla bought me. I matched it with low-heeled sandals
Chapter 2LYKA'S POVIt was already nighttime by the time we got home. And, just as expected, my furious stepmother greeted us at the gate—looking like a pig being dragged to the slaughter.“You—you little—” She froze mid-sentence when she realized it wasn’t me in front of her.Kyla stood tall and graceful. She looked like a model—light makeup, an elegant outfit, and heels that could kill. The moment my stepmother saw who it was, her whole attitude shifted like lightning.“Oh! Kyla, sweetie! What a surprise! So nice of you to visit,” she said with a wide, fake smile that couldn’t have been more obvious.Kyla just rolled her eyes. I almost burst out laughing but quickly stepped aside, hiding behind her. If I had been the first one she saw, I would’ve gotten an earful—or worse, a handful of hair.“Please don’t scold Lyka,” Kyla said softly. “I was the one who took her out.”Even Kyla hated putting on an act. She couldn’t look my stepmother in the eyes either.“Well, I—” My stepmother be












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