LOGIN“I bled for us. Now it’s your turn to bleed.” From impersonation, she filled the gap of a missing woman. Now she pay the price.................. Emily Vicente never imagined she'd ask herself that question until she saw the news: a $1 million reward for information on Elena Morgan, a missing pregnant woman and the ex-wife of billionaire Kelvin Edwards. The shocking revelation was that Emily looked exactly like Elena. It was almost as if she had lived a second life without knowing it. Her boyfriend, Sammy, desperate to escape poverty, sees a fast ticket out and pushes Emily to step into Elena’s life. Pretend to be a pregnant Elena. Collect the money and disappear. Emily, emotionally blackmailed and cornered by her present situation, gives in. But what she didn’t know was that she wasn’t just stepping into another woman’s life she was stepping into a storm. The lion’s den. Kelvin Edwards isn’t just a cold billionaire, he’s a desperate father trying to save his terminally ill child. And Elena is the key to that salvation. But now, she’s gone… and Emily has taken her place. What began as a lie quickly spirals into a web of secrets, danger, and emotional warfare. And just when Emily begins to lose herself in the act Kelvin finds out the truth. What follows is both heartbreaking and a solution to his problem. ...With the upper hand and nothing to lose, Kelvin gives Emily two choices one that could shatter her completely, and one that would bind her to him forever. What she thought was a way out... might be the beginning of her undoing.
View MoreEmily's pov.I sat in the room, still hugging the spot where the needle pierced my arm like it was the thing that betrayed me. My blood—taken to prove a lie. I didn’t know how long I’d been staring at the wall.I might have escaped this one, but only time would tell once the results came back. I didn’t know how long the test would take, but I needed to figure out something—with or without Sammy.Kelvin was gone. Peter, too. And the doctor, thank God. But their presence still lingered like thick smoke.He hadn’t looked at me once with concern. Not when I said I didn’t feel well. Not when I flinched at the needle. Not even a flicker of worry crossed his face. Just... cold calculation.I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a softening. Maybe something—anything—that showed he cared even a little about the woman he believed was carrying his child. How heartless could he be? Because Kelvin didn’t love Elena.Not even close. He didn’t even like her.And standing here, in this stranger’s clothe
I should’ve been relieved. Elena was back. So why the hell did everything in me feel off? The moment she returned, something shifted. The same face. The same voice. But everything else felt... wrong. Subtle, but wrong. It was like walking through a house you’d lived in your whole life, only to find the furniture rearranged and the walls painted a different color. Unsettling in a way you can’t quite name. She moved differently. Spoke more carefully. Looked away when I got too close. Elena never looked away. She thrived on confrontation. She fed on control. Now she was... hesitant. Hesitant with me? I started watching her every move. The camera in her room became my ritual. I studied her. How she lay in bed and tossed restlessly. How she clutched her stomach in the dark. Maybe she was acting. Maybe it was guilt. Or a new game. I must’ve dozed off for a few minutes. When I blinked awake, the bed was empty. Cold. Sheets tangled like she’d wrestled with ghosts. My heart dropped. Had
I was supposed to sleep like a baby on that soft bed, the kind that swallows you whole and makes you forget everything. Instead, I spent the entire night tossing and turning, tangled in sheets that felt more like a trap than comfort.I couldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t sleep.My mind refused to rest. The camera in the corner didn’t help either. Just one night in this mansion, and I already felt like a prisoner.Trapped.Thoughts of escape looped in my head like a broken tape. I kept replaying that hallway I’d seen on the day I was brought in, the one that led to the garden. Maybe there was a back gate. Maybe I could slip out before anyone realized I wasn’t pregnant. Before the doctor arrived.Because if that test happened, everything would fall apart. And nothing was going to save me this time.And Sammy? The genius who’d talked me into this mess? Not a single call. Not a text. Nothing. No “Are you okay?” No backup plan. Just silence.Had he really abandoned me?I sat up with a sigh and pr
Emily’s POV"Please pick up. Pick the damn phone!" This was the sixth time I was calling Sammy to tell him the situation I was in. It rang, but he didn’t answer. What on earth was he doing? Or wait... what if they’d already gotten to Sammy, arrested him, and now it was my turn?I swallowed hard. It was as if my throat had gone dry in a matter of seconds.This was a death trap.This was a damn death trap.Sammy, your plan didn’t work. I told you, but no. you wouldn’t listen. Now see? How many years will I face for impersonation?Oh my God, it’s over. I’ll be old by the time I get out of jail.I subconsciously screamed at myself, pacing the room. I had never felt this anxious or tense in my entire life. It was as if a storm was heading right toward me.I kept playing out scenarios of what could happen the moment the door unlocked. It’s been an hour now. If I tried to use the baby as a strategy, they’d definitely open the door, but I couldn’t risk getting tested. What was I going to do?






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