LOGIN"My virginity?" Rose's eyes widened in shock.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Rose's cheeks flushed red and nearly exploded at Romilda's question. "Of course I am!"
Romilda clapped once, looking pleased. "Perfect! Then that settles it."
"No, stop! What do you need my virginity for? What kind of crazy deal are you making that involves me?"
"Oh, dear!" Romilda let out a dry laugh. "This is a great deal for you too! You'll profit from it, too."
"Are you trying to sell me?"
Romilda's eyes widened in disbelief. "I'm not that stupid, Rose! Besides, how much could I get for selling you?"
Yes, Rose and Romilda were undeniably beautiful—they were identical twins. The only difference was that Rose had kept her long, wavy black hair cascading down her back, while Romilda had dyed hers blonde and cut it to shoulder length.
Both had equally alluring figures, but while Rose dressed modestly, Romilda preferred to show off every curve.
Rose took a deep breath. "So what is it, then? Can you explain it to me?"
Romilda sighed in annoyance. Rose was stubborn, but refusing to explain would make things more difficult.
"I want you to take my place as the wife of a billionaire named Matteo Cavanaugh. In a few days, I'm supposed to marry him," Romilda finally revealed.
Rose frowned. Where had Romilda even met this Matteo? And how had Romilda gotten involved in something so entangled that she now needed Rose to be a part of it?
Romilda continued. "Your job is simple—give Matteo your virginity. Because I can't possibly sleep with him. The most important thing is to silence his family. They always accuse me of not being a virgin."
"Well... you're not, are you?"
Romilda's eyes narrowed slightly. "No, I'm not! But if I can prove otherwise, not only will your sick mother be saved, but your life will be saved as well! I'll even give you financial compensation for your virginity."
"Can't you just be honest with your fiancé? If he really loves you, this shouldn't be a problem."
Romilda let out an irritated sigh, her expression growing increasingly annoyed.
"Look, we don't love each other! I barely know him! Just do your part and do it right! Because if you don't, your mother's life is at stake. Do you really want that, Rose?" she said, her tone laced with a veiled threat.
"Romilda, Mom is our mother! And you're still thinking about making a deal with me?"
Romilda let out a mocking laugh. "I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, Rose. All you have to do is give up your useless virginity. At least that way, it'll actually serve a purpose. Your mother gets her surgery, and you get your reward!"
Romilda extended her hand to Rose, her lips curling into a devilish smile.
"Do we have a deal?"
Rose hesitated, still torn. But who else could help Rose save her mother's life? Time was running out.
With cold, trembling fingers, Rose took Romilda's hand. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Okay."
*
Rose froze as she stared at her reflection—she looked just like Romilda. For a moment, she hated how alike they were.
Behind her, Romilda sat leisurely, getting a manicure. When Romilda saw that Rose was finished, a smug smile curled her lips.
"All done? You'd better go," Romilda said casually.
Hesitantly, Rose stepped closer. "But what about Mom? I can't just leave her in the hospital."
"Relax, I've already arranged for a nurse to take care of Mom during her recovery. They say it'll take about ten days, just in time for the wedding and your honeymoon." Romilda looked at Rose. "And remember, make a good impression for me so Matteo knows he's marrying the right woman."
Rose wanted to curse her.
Romilda was in a hotel with her lover, lying to Matteo about visiting her mother for her blessing. She hadn't even seen their mother.
Then Romilda reached into her bag, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to Rose. "This is a list of Matteo's family members. I've written down all their names so you won't look like an idiot when you arrive."
Rose unfolded the paper—just a bunch of names, no explanations, no details. This is what you call complete? Rose scoffed inwardly.
"Now, off you go!" Romilda waved her hand dismissively.
"'This is per our agreement, isn't it? After ten days, it's over, and I can go back to taking care of Mom," Rose confirmed. "Don't go back on your word, Romilda!"
"Of course, silly! As long as you give Matteo your virginity, everything is settled!"
The beauty salon employees looked between them with confused expressions. Even Rose was embarrassed at how blunt and shameless Romilda was.
Finally, Rose left the salon without even saying goodbye. She carried only a small bag with her cell phone, wallet, and the clothes she was wearing. Romilda had assured Rose that everything she needed was already at the Cavanaugh estate.
After hailing a cab, giving the driver the address, and setting off, Rose's anxiety only grew.
First, she had no idea what to expect at Matteo's house. And second, she still hadn't checked on her mother after the surgery.
What if Mom was worried because I didn't show up at the hospital? she thought.
Rose tried to push her fears aside and stay calm. Like it or not, she had to do this. Romilda had already held up her end of the bargain by paying the hospital bills. But Rose was paying a high price.
Rose was uneasy about agreeing to Aaron’s request. There was nothing she could do but nod and surrender. She started thinking about moving out and finding a place of her own, but her sense of obligation held her back. Maybe it would be better if Suzannah and Aaron just asked her to leave.With a heavy heart, Rose stepped through the office doors. At least no one else was supposed to know—only Rose, Aaron, Suzannah, Paris, and her parents. She would pretend to be Aaron’s girlfriend until Paris’s parents stopped caring about the broken engagement. Then it would all be over. It sounded simple, but Rose didn’t know how long she could live this lie.“So it’s true? Her?”"She stole the boss’s heart. Oh my God.”“Poor Miss Paris.”Rose halted her steps toward the elevator when she heard the whispers of passing employees. Her eyes darted around, and she noticed that all their gazes fell on her.Wasn’t anyone supposed to know? Something had gone terribly wrong. Everything was out of control, a
Rose felt her blood drain to her feet when she saw Suzannah’s calm face in the living room. The middle-aged woman hadn’t even changed her clothes yet; she sat quietly, sipping tea, accompanied by a maid sitting on the ottoman.The moment Suzannah saw Rose walking in with Aaron, the maid excused herself and left the room. Aaron hurried toward his mother while Rose entered slowly, keeping her head lowered.“Mom,” Aaron greeted softly.Suzannah set her cup down and looked at her son with a gentle expression—as if what had just happened wasn’t a storm, but a passing breeze.“Sit down,” she said, patting the empty space beside her.Her gaze then shifted to Rose, who looked uneasy. “Come here, Rose. Sit down, dear.”Carefully, Rose sat across from Suzannah, while Aaron took the seat beside his mother. Silence filled the room for a few moments.“I’m sorry, Mom,” Aaron began.Suzannah didn’t respond immediately; she simply looked between Rose and Aaron, observing them both.“I just want to en
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Rose’s eyes barely blinked as she stared at the grand restaurant before her. She entered alongside Aaron and was greeted by the host. Aaron whispered a name softly—too quietly for Rose to catch—and then the two were escorted by a server down a hallway styled in classic Victorian design. The chandelier above shimmered with intricate beauty, leaving Rose quietly awestruck.They passed through a spacious dining hall filled with guests already seated at their tables. But the greeter continued down another corridor until they reached a cul-de-sac with a sign that read “VVIP Room.”Rose noticed four doors facing each other—private rooms for the elite. The greeter opened the one at the very end and gestured for them to enter.Rose thought the dinner had been reserved by Aaron just for the two of them. But inside, four people were already seated, waiting.Her blood seemed to drain to her feet when she saw Paris sitting beside a middle-aged couple, and Suzannah seated across from them.Instinc
Rose placed the file on Aaron’s desk, and a smile spread across his face. He seemed very satisfied with her performance, which had exceeded his expectations. Rose never complained, worked efficiently, and was easy to discuss matters with.Aaron wondered why Rose had left his company before. With a work ethic like hers, she could have easily climbed the career ladder. He also realized that he didn’t know much about Rose personally. All their interactions had been strictly work-related. In six months, there wasn’t much about her that he knew.“Hey, Rose, do you have any plans tonight?” Aaron asked.It was Friday, and usually, Rose either went straight home to be with Suzannah or remained gentle in demeanor. Thinking about it, Rose’s routine was simple: come to the office, work, and go home.“Are we working late, sir?” Rose asked in return.Aaron shook his head. “We’ve been through six tough months. Now it’s time to take it easy. All the projects are running smoothly. I think I’ll celebr
“Oh…” A sound of admiration slipped from Romilda’s lips. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.Romilda ran her fingers over her face, now perfectly restored. After half a year, her face had finally returned—though deep down, Romilda had wished for a different face. But she could always get another surgery later, once she claimed what she deserved from the Cavanaugh family.“What do you think? Looks good, doesn’t it?” Alec’s voice carried a hint of arrogance and pride.“I don’t even know how to thank you, sir,” Romilda said with a polite smile. “You saved me. I owe you more than I can ever repay.”Over the past six months, Romilda had interacted frequently with Alec. He was still as cynical as ever—part of his nature—but he had grown somewhat kinder over time. Alec had stopped suspecting her motives.Unfortunately, Alec was already caught in Romilda’s web. He had no idea what she was truly planning.“As long as you do your job well. Like my mother always say







