LOGINI’m the real daughter. When I came back to my “real” family, the fake daughter never lost her place. She’s still the one they love. The one they protect. They even had me marry a disabled man for her. I agreed—for my own reasons. Thought that would be the end of it. But the second I married into that family, she changed her mind. Told me to get the hell out. Said I stole her husband. And then my husband realized something. I wasn’t the bride he was supposed to marry.
View MoreRosalie's POVI waited up in the living room till late, figured Lucian would come back to quiz me on whether I'd memorized everything —but he never showed.Mrs. Ford came over. “Mr. Ravenscroft sometimes comes back late because of business dinners. Would you like me to let him know you’re waiting?”I switched off my tablet. “No, It’s nothing urgent.”She gestured for me to follow her into the walk-in closet. “You’ll be meeting Mr Ravenscroft’s grandparents tomorrow. Let me pick out something for you.”Somehow the closet had filled up without me noticing — racks and racks of clothes. Everything I'd brought with me maybe made up a tenth of it. The rest was new, all sorted neatly by color and type.Proper tweed suits, elegant floor-length skirts, long-sleeve and short-sleeve options, a whole row of coats — leather, fur-trimmed, cashmere. And then an entire section of shoes and bags, with a glass display case in the center island showing off earrings, necklaces, all kinds of accessories.
Rosalie's POVThe second floor felt completely different from downstairs.The bright, open vibe was gone. Most of the windows were covered, and even with the lights on, the whole place felt dark… almost creepy.Lucian was sitting in a leather armchair in the center, legs crossed, casually wiping down something long in his hands. The metal caught the overhead light—and my heart dropped.A gun.He didn’t ask me to sit. Just flicked his gaze toward me lazily.That one look was enough to send a chill straight down my spine.“I don’t think you understand why we arranged this marriage,” he said. “I don’t appreciate your attitude. I hope you actually read that agreement before marrying in.”“What… agreement?”His hand paused mid-motion. He looked up at me. “Don’t tell me you know nothing about it.”I’d been shoved into this marriage last minute. All my mother told me was that Lucian hated people bringing up his dead parents. That was it. No one told me anything else.Now, standing in front o
Rosalie's POVRight after Vanessa hung up, my phone rang again.This time it was my mom, Helen. Her voice sounded worried. “How did you just happen to run into Lucian like that? Do you know why he came back so suddenly? Did you know beforehand?”“No,” I said. “I didn’t.”She sighed. “Just… come home for a bit.”“Okay, Mom.”I didn’t even wait for my stuff to finish being unpacked. I left the apartment and grabbed a cab back home.The moment my mom saw me, she looked stressed out. “Alright, tell me what happened.”So I told her everything—how I ran into Lucian at the hospital, step by step.Only then did she notice my injured right hand. She carefully lifted it, her face tightening. “Oh my God… why is the bandage so thick? How deep is this cut? Does it hurt?”The concern in her voice warmed something inside me. I couldn’t help acting a little spoiled for a moment. “Yeah… it kinda hurts.”“Nessa really went too far this time.” Helen kept frowning.Just then Mrs. Moss stepped forward and
Rosalie's POVThe doctor frowned as he looked at my wrist, his voice sharp. “Another inch deeper and you might’ve cut a major artery.”He even asked if this was a case of domestic violence. I shook my head and told him I’d just fallen by accident.I lowered my head and lightly touched the bandage he’d just wrapped. Thick layers of gauze covered my entire palm all the way down to my wrist. Only the tips of a few fingers were sticking out, and even those could barely move.After I left the treatment room, the housekeeper from home—Mrs. Moss—arrived. She looked shocked when she saw my hand, but she didn’t say anything. She simply took the medical bill from me and went to pay it.I sat down on a row of chairs in the hallway. People passed by constantly, but the person I kept hoping to see never showed up.My mom had said she’d come find me.But deep down… I knew she probably wouldn’t.I understood something, though. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t want to accept me as their biological da












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