LOGINNoami grew up in the quiet comfort of the orphanage, raised by nuns and surrounded by children who, like her, were longing for a family they never had. She had long accepted that the four walls of the orphanage would be her home for the rest of her life. But fate had other plans. Her peaceful world shifted the moment a stranger came looking for someone else—her twin sister, who had been adopted years ago and now lay in a hospital bed, unable to wake. In a desperate plea, the woman who adopted her twin begged Noami for a favor only a sister could give: take her place. Pretend to be her. Marry the man she was supposed to wed. And just like that, Noami became Mrs. Arvenze. The wife of a doctor she didn’t even know. A substitute in a marriage that was never meant for her.
View MoreI had just finished changing the curtains. Now, I was cleaning the living room when I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced at the wall clock. It was almost five in the afternoon.Fabio had left earlier that morning, and he didn’t even stay long. When he came downstairs, he was already dressed for work.He didn’t even say goodbye. Not a glance. Not even a simple, “Hey, woman, I’m heading out.”I walked straight to the door to check who it was. It couldn’t be Fabio. He never rings the doorbell.“Good afternoon,” James greeted me with a smile. My face instantly lit up, and I opened the door wider.“Hi! What’s the update? Come in,” I said, inviting him inside.I wanted to applaud myself. Look at me, already feeling at home in this place. He sat on the couch and casually glanced around the room.“Same update on Normani. Nothing new from the Montoyas, so the plan remains. Stay here and be a good wife to Mr. Arvenze while your sister’s still recovering,” James said seriously.I sighed. How do
A room I didn’t recognize greeted me the moment I opened my eyes. Fear instantly wrapped around me. I sat up quickly, only to laugh at myself a few seconds later. I forgot I was in my sister’s house. Her and her husband’s.Oh, right. I’m not Normani. I’m Noami.I let out a sigh and got up from bed. I actually slept well. At first, I thought we’d be sleeping in the same room, but when I went upstairs last night, the door was locked. So he really doesn’t want to share a room. I guess that was already their setup from the start.I looked for another room. I didn’t want to sleep on the couch since I probably wouldn’t get any sleep there anyway. And I was right. When I opened the room next to his, I saw my sister’s clothes inside.So they don’t sleep in the same room? Why? What really happened between the two of them? Why is Fabio so angry at my sister?After showering, I looked for something to wear before heading downstairs.“What is this stuff? Doesn’t Normani ever feel cold in these?”
“This is it. No turning back now.”I took a deep breath as I stared at the house from a distance. The house where I’d be living with my soon-to-be husband.My sister’s husband.The house was too big for just two people. James said there were no house helpers, just me and Fabio. He told me there used to be, but my sister sent them away. I couldn’t understand why. Why would she do that?I started to wonder if Normani ever felt isolated here. Poor thing.James nodded at me as I stepped out of the car.“Just remember everything I told you, Miss Normani,” he said firmly, emphasizing the name.I inhaled deeply and nodded. “T-Thank you, James.”He gave me one last look, then drove away. That was my signal. It was time to begin.Last night, I went over the folder the Montoyas gave me. James helped too, filling in the small details about my sister and her marriage. He said things weren’t good between her and Fabio.My jaw dropped the moment I stepped past the gate. The garden was massive, with
My chest felt heavy as I packed the last of the things I could carry into my suitcase. I glanced around the house one final time. It was an orphanage, and it hurt to leave... but I knew I had to. I took in every corner of the place I had called home for nearly twenty-three years.I couldn’t help but remember how, as a child, I used to dream of escaping this place. I wanted so badly to be adopted. Rich or poor, it didn’t matter. I would’ve gone with anyone willing to take me in with a full heart. I never gave up hope, but everything changed when I reached legal age. Still, no one came for me. And sometimes, I find myself wondering why.I was kind. I wasn’t hard to love. I was pretty. So why? Why didn’t anyone choose me?A bitter smile crept onto my lips.I used to be so eager to leave. Now, I could barely move my feet. I never thought it would be this hard to walk away from a place that had become my home.“Take care of yourself out there, Noami,” Mother Theresa said, hugging me tightl












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