LOGINDante and I have been married for three years. But he never knew my real name. We’d had countless arguments over the past three years—over the petty details of everyday life. I can no longer tolerate such a ridiculous life like a puppet today. Calliope, that’s what he called me, but it was actually my twin sister’s name. My husband may never know that the woman who married him three years ago was a substitute bride. Three years ago, my sister abandoned us and left before the wedding with her lover. To prevent the anger of the Laurent’s, my family had no choice but to let me marry Dante instead of my sister. My phone rang again and again, I finally picked it up. "Throwing another tantrum, are you? Calliope, tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?" I knew Calliope could always get her way through her sweet voice and innocent smiles. She can be an obedient and perfect wife—something I could never manage. "Dante. I’m not joking.” I didn't know if my voice sounded a little sad. "You can’t be serious—" For the first time, I heard a tremor in the man's words. He doesn't love me. He likes to be in control. When he realized that his puppet was losing control, he began to panic. It's time for this farce to end. I clenched my phone and spoke to the man on the other end in the calmest voice of my life. "Dante, let's get a divorce." But what shocked me more than hearing Dante's answer was the person who suddenly appeared in front of me. Calliope, my twin sister, who disappeared for the whole three years. “Are you crazy? Why on earth would you want a divorce? That's Dante Laurent, a billionaire heir, every woman's dream!” “Calliope? Our parents and I all thought you would never show up again. I entered this wrong marriage because of your escape. Dante... he’s not that a husband out of your dreams.” “Seraphina, put away your ridiculous niceness and compassion. I have returned this time to take back what is MINE and my place.” She lifted my hand with a sneer and removed the wedding ring from my finger.
View MoreSeraphina’s POVIt was the summer of jasmine and glass.The windows of the CHIHIRO flagship store shimmered under the golden Florence sun, etched with the elegant strokes of our newest fragrance—HER. The name had once been a whisper of a memory, a secret I poured into amber bottles. Now, it was a statement, a reclamation.HER had become a global phenomenon, sold out in Paris, worshipped in Tokyo, and dissected in New York editorials. Critics called it a perfume born of pain and persistence. Maybe they were right. Now me and my team are working on our next launch, Renaissance—that will hold soft and elegant notes for every fighter, who started afresh. Just like me. But this time, I wasn't running errands to collaborate with any company for the launch, I was doing it all independently.I stood on the rooftop of our Florence office, overlooking the Duomo, my fingers curled around a glass of chilled rosé. The same roof where we once watched the sunset during our college days—when dreams w
Everett’s POVLove isn’t always loud. Sometimes it sits in silence, right beside you, quietly hoping you’ll be seen. That’s how it had always been between Seraphina and me.I watched her from the other side of the penthouse lounge, where she stood bathed in early morning light, speaking softly on the phone. Her voice was low, concerned. Probably discussing the fallout from Calliope’s arrest, or maybe the private investigators still searching for Drusen.She didn’t notice me watching. She never really did—not in the way I had once dreamed she would.I’d known her since we were kids. I was the boy who held her books, who chased away her nightmares, who stayed when everyone else left. I loved her long before she ever looked at Dante Laurent. But when she did look at him—God, the way she looked at him—it was like gravity had shifted, and suddenly I was the outsider.I had always thought time would fix it. That Dante’s mistakes would turn her heart toward me. And for a while, when she lef
Seraphina’s POVThe flashing lights of the police cars painted the night in red and blue, like the world had been sliced open and left bleeding.I stood just outside CHIHIRO’s glass doors, heart pounding as the building buzzed with tension. Officers moved inside with urgency. Crime scene tape stretched across the lobby.And there, handcuffed and fuming, was Calliope.“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked at one of the officers, struggling against their grip. Her perfect hair was a mess, mascara streaking down her face. “You don’t understand! I was framed!”But no one believed her. Not this time.Earlier that night, CHIHIRO’s alarm had blared through the empty halls. I had rushed over, heart slamming in my chest, only to find shattered glass and scattered product samples. My sanctuary was vandalized.Calliope had finally snapped.Security footage showed her breaking in, frantic, almost unhinged. She’d smashed displays, tore files, and was frantically attempting to download proprietary data on
Dante’s POVCalliope's perfume still lingered in the hallway long after she slammed the door shut behind her.She was always dramatic like that. Storming in like she owned the place. Drenched in desperation and Chanel No. 5. Dressed to seduce, lying through perfectly red-painted lips.But this time, I didn’t flinch. This time, I saw her clearly—too clearly.I closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.The silence in the penthouse was deafening.I walked over to the minibar and poured myself a drink—neat bourbon. The sting felt earned.Drusen. That bastard. The minute my legal team uncovered his connection to the tampering of CHIHIRO’s rig, I knew there was more rot buried underneath the surface. And surprise—he wasn’t just involved. He was the damn architect.An illegitimate Laurent. He wore the name like armor, but he was never cut from the same cloth. He clawed his way into the company with fake smiles and boardroom s
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