ログインCAMDENThe first night in our shared suite felt heavier than expected. I sat at the sleek desk chair opposite the king-sized bed, my laptop glowing with quarterly reports I wasn't really reading. Daisy moved around the room quietly, unpacking the small bag her family had thrust at her like an afterthought. She still wore that same navy dress from earlier, the one her mother had ridiculed. I caught myself glancing up more than I should.She stopped a few feet away, twisting her fingers together."Camden… can I ask you a question?"I nodded, keeping my eyes on the screen for a second longer, buying time."Shoot.""Why did you willingly agree to marry me?"My head snapped up fast. Those words hit like a gut punch."Shit."I couldn't tell her the truth....that raw pity had twisted in my chest when I saw her perched on that window, her voice cracking about being a "bloated cow" and a debt payment. Saying it out loud would crush whatever fragile spark was flickering between us. I searched f
DAISYMy legs felt like jelly as Camden and I descended the grand staircase together. His hand was still wrapped around mine...warm, steady, and way too confident for a man who’d just locked me in his bedroom twenty minutes ago.I’d thrown on my heels in a hurry, but nothing could fix the knot in my stomach. This was really happening. The rich, half-naked god from upstairs was about to meet my disaster of a family.The sitting room had filled up. Camden’s parents had arrived while we were… occupied. His mother, elegant in pearls and a designer dress, spotted Chloe first and lit up like a Christmas tree. She rushed over, clasping her hands.“Oh my god, she is so beautiful! I love her already. Such grace, such poise. She’ll fit perfectly into our family.”Chloe preened, flashing her perfect smile. My stomach twisted. Of course. The thin, pretty one always got the compliments first.Mom cleared her throat awkwardly. “Um, that’s not her. This is Chloe, our eldest. She’s already engaged a
DAISY“It’s you??” I squeaked again, my voice cracking like a teenager caught sneaking out. My legs wobbled on the window sill as the full horror hit me. This half-naked Greek god with the towel and the smirk was Camden Whitmore. The man my parents were selling me to like a used car.Camden didn’t even glance at me. He turned smoothly to the butler still standing in the doorway, that wicked smile still playing on his lips. “I’m not sure I can come down right now, Richard. My wife seems determined to run away through the window. Quite the energetic start to our engagement, wouldn’t you say?”My wife? The words slammed into my chest like a warm punch. My heart did this stupid little limp-flip thing, almost painful. No one had ever called me theirs before. Not like that. Not with that lazy confidence. I was always the “fat one,” the burden, the girl who needed to be fixed or hidden. But here he was, fresh from the shower and dripping sin, claiming me like it was the most natural thin
DAISY“You look like a sack of potatoes that gave up on life,” Mom hissed, yanking at the hem of my navy dress. “Look at that tummy, Daisy! It’s bigger than your whole body. Who’s going to want a bloated cow like you? Suck it in before we get there!”I stared at the floor of our beat-up car, my cheeks burning hotter than the broken AC. My older sister, Chloe, snickered from the front seat. “Maybe if she stopped eating everything in the fridge, Dad wouldn’t have to sell her off like this.”“Enough,” Dad snapped, but his voice was tired, not protective. “This marriage will clear my debts to the Whitmores. You should be grateful, Daisy. Mr. Camden is rich. Powerful. You get to be useful for once.”I didn’t answer. What was there to say? At twenty-four, I was the family disappointment—chubby, quiet, and apparently unlovable. Society agreed. The aunties at church, the neighbors, even the guy at the corner store who called me “Big Mama” like it was cute. I just wanted to disappear.The man
GRAND FINALE **Elena's POV**"One Year Later""Mum, I can't breathe." I shouted."That's the corset." mom replied smiling."This is a wedding dress, not a medieval torture device.""It's both, darling." Grace tugged another lace. "Hold still."I held still. The mirror showed a woman I almost didn't recognise. Putting on Ivory silk, a cathedral veil, a face that looked rested for the first time in two years."How many guests are out there?" I asked, my voice was a little tensed."Nine hundred and eighty. A few got lost in the garden.""Whaaat? That's too much mom!Eliza's wedding had four hundred." "Liam wanted two thousand." Mum's mouth twitched. "We compromised."I laughed, and the corset punished me for it.There was a soft knock on the door. Maria slipped in, holding my bouquet like it might break. She had worked in my house for a year now, and every morning she'd set my coffee down with a small, careful smile."Madam. Elena." She twisted the stems. "I never said it properly. I'm
**Eliza's POV***Alexander,**I was never pregnant.**I told you I was because I was terrified you'd leave, and I thought a baby might make you stay. There is no child. There never was. I'm sorry for every day I let you believe it.**The truth is simpler and uglier. I wanted Elena's life so badly that I took her place. Her bed, her wedding, and her man. I stole you from her, and I stole her from you. I'll never be able to repay what that cost either of you.**Please forgive me for taking away your fiancée. I'm going away. I'll sign whatever papers you send to annul this wedding.**Eliza.*I folded the page. Sealed it. Set it on the desk in the room that had never felt like mine.My hands were steady.Then I set my phone on the dresser, propped it against a book, and pressed record.---"My name is Eliza Thompson."The light on the screen was soft and unforgiving. My face looked like my sister's. It always had."I'm Elena Thompson's identical twin. For months, you've heard that Elena c
*Liam's POV*“You useless boy! Why haven’t you brought a single girl home yet?” Dad screamed from his hospital bed, his voice cracking like he was already halfway gone. “I’m lying here dying, Liam! My only wish is to see my grandchild before I close my eyes, and you’re still playing bartender like
*Elena's POV*“So what are you trying to say, Drake?” I asked my lawyer, my voice cracking as I clutched the coffee mug tighter. My eyes burned from days without sleep. “Tell me straight. I can handle it.”Drake leaned forward across the table, his face tight with sympathy he couldn’t hide. “Elena,
*Elena's POV*“What the bloody hell?” I screamed, bolting upright in the tangled sheets.Liam jerked awake, his eyes wide and bleary. “Elena? what’s wrong? You’re shaking. Talk to me...”I didn’t answer. Tears were already flooding my red, swollen eyes, spilling hot down my cheeks. I couldn’t speak
*Elena's POV* “I’m going to make you feel exactly what I felt, Alex,” I whispered to the night air, my voice raw from crying. “You slept with my twin like she was me? Fine. Tonight, I’ll sleep with someone who’ll make you wish you’d never been born.” My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. His name flash







