로그인I've been the perfect daughter for seventeen years. When my twin sister Sage proposed we switch lives for one semester, I was supposed to disagree. Good girls don't swap identities. They don't pretend to be someone else. They definitely don't fall for bad boys with dangerous secrets. But I'm suffocating at elite Ashford Academy, and Sage is one mistake away from juvenile detention. We need each other's escape more than we need our own lives. One switch. Two liars. Four broken hearts. And a murder that should have stayed buried.
더 보기ARIA'S POV Cole Morrison stood in my sister's bedroom doorway like a ghost."Get out," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Get out or I'll scream.""Scream if you want. Your dad has passed out drunk and he won't hear you." Cole stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "And I'm not leaving until you tell me everything Sage knows about my brother's death."I backed toward the window, searching for an escape but we were three floors up and I'd break my neck if I jumped."I don't know what you're talking about." I said, in a shaky voice."Don't lie to me." His voice was sharp and dangerous. "I know Sage kept notes and I know she was at the party two years ago. I know she saw something the night Cameron died." He moved closer. "And I know you're not really Sage."My heart stopped and I widened my eyes in shock. "What?""You heard me. You're Aria Chen. The perfect twin. The one who goes to Ashford Academy." His dark eyes bore into mine. "I've been watching Sage for weeks, learni
ARIA'S POV. I stood in the hallway outside my room with suitcase that was packed and hidden in my closet, listening to my mom's breath from the room by the next door. She finally slept after the fight she had with me and after she had called me ungrateful and slapped me for the first time in my life. My cheek was still aching. "All I've done is sacrifice for you," she had screamed. "And you repay me by lying? By taking pills behind my back? By being weak?" ‘Weak’. That word echoed in my head like a death sentence. I found her going through my things an hour ago. She'd discovered the medication, the therapist's notes I'd hidden, the rejection letter from Juilliard I'd been too afraid to tell her about. "You were rejected?" She questioned in shock. "You told me you got in." "I said they were still deciding…" "You lied to me. My daughter is a liar and a failure." She wailed. That was when I told her the truth about everything. About the anxiety, about the panic attack and about
SAGE'S POVThe men were finally getting closer to us and I backed away from Julian. My heart was beating fast. "You said that you were going to help me and you didn't say anything about..."Julian interrupted me."I...I didn't know they'd follow me here, Victoria must have sent them". Julian stammered.The two men were huge. One had a scar that ran down his cheek. The other had tattoos crawling up his neck. "Julian St. Claire," the scarred one said. "Victoria wants to talk to you.""Tell Victoria I have nothing to say to her."Julian waved him off."That's not how this works." The tattooed man's eyes shifted to me. "And who's this? A new girlfriend? Victoria's not going to like that."My mind raced. They think I'm some random girl. They don't know I'm supposed to be Aria. I can use that."I'm nobody," I said quickly. "I was just leaving…""Nobody leaves until we say so." Scarface stepped closer. "Victoria has questions about money, secrets and certain arrangements that aren't being ho
SAGE'S POV"Aahhh" I covered my nose with my fingers as soon as I stepped into the apartment. The smell of whiskey was strong. The kitchen counter was the only surface in the entire place, so I dropped my helmet there. I shook my head in disgust when I saw the empty bottles lined up near the trash bin. "Dad is getting worse". I said, in my mind. "Sage? Is that you?" My dad said with a slurred and thick voice from the living room. "Yes, Dad. It's me". I found him passed out on the couch with the TV playing some late-night infomercial. There was a cigarette burned down to the filter in the ashtray, inches from his hand. Another fire hazard. Another reason social services would take one look at the place and ship me straight to juvie. I thought, frowning. I grabbed a blanket from his bedroom and covered him. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. His face looked older than it should. That was what five years of drinking himself to death looked like. "I'm trying to save us, Dad,"
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