All Chapters of THE OTHER ME WANT MY MAN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LIAM'S POVAfter what Rainbow said, my mind refuses to rest. The thought of Gideon going after Marcus keeps circling in my head like a vulture waiting for its prey. It doesn’t make sense— at least not to me. In my world, Gideon is my best friend. We graduated together from NYC, both of us young and ambitious chemists who had the world at our feet. We had plans— big ones. We spent late nights in the lab, pushing boundaries, dreaming of making breakthroughs in science.So what changed?Why does Gideon want Marcus dead?I rack my brain for answers, but nothing fits. This version of reality feels like a puzzle with missing pieces. But one thing is clear— I can’t let Marcus die.Scott pulls up outside the mansion, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. He parks smoothly, killing the engine before turning to look at me. His face is unreadable, but his voice is even when he speaks.“The box, sir?” He gestures toward the heavy case filled with cash, his tone professional.I g

LIAM'S POVI kneel on the cold floor, my hands slightly raised, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The gun pointed at my head makes my heartbeat loud in my ears. This wasn’t what I expected. I knew coming here would be dangerous, but I didn’t think I would be staring down the barrel of a gun this soon.Daniel’s eyes bore into mine as he drags a chair across the room and sits down, the gun never wavering. His grip is firm, steady— it is so obvious he is good at it. His eyes are cold, filled with suspicion and something else I can’t quite place. He is waiting for me to speak, but I stay silent, trying to calm my racing thoughts.“I’ll advise you to remove my face, Gideon,” he says, his voice eerily calm. “I know it’s you. Transform back to yourself, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”I take a slow, deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. My mind searches for the right words, but I know no matter what I say, Daniel won’t trust me easily.“This is who I am,” I say firmly. My voic

LIAM'S POV Are you crazy? What would people think if they see you and me together?" Daniel asks in anger, his voice sharp in the quiet hotel hallway. His eyes dart around, filled with worry. He is so troubled about Marcus, who is in danger, but at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone to know that there is someone in the city who looks exactly like him but is not him.I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "Please save him," I say, my voice quieter now, almost pleading. Then, without waiting for his response, I turn around and walk back into my hotel room.As soon as I step inside, a strange feeling washes over me. The air is cold. Too cold. My skin prickles with the sudden chill. I glance at the air conditioner, but it’s off. That’s strange. I move closer to the window, trying to see if it was left open, allowing the cold air to seep in. But then, I sense something. A presence.Slowly, I turn around.Standing there is a man. He is young, handsome, and looking directly at me with an

DANIEL'S POVAs I step out of the hotel, my mind is racing. I pull out my phone and call some of my most trusted men. "Meet me at Marcus's house now," I say, my voice sharp and urgent. I don’t have time for delays. Something doesn’t feel right, and I need to get there as soon as possible.The ride feels longer than usual. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I speed through the streets, ignoring the usual traffic rules. When I finally arrive at Marcus's house, my stomach drops. The sight before me makes my heart pound even faster. Several of my men, the ones I had secretly assigned to protect Marcus, are lying lifeless on the ground. Their blood stains the concrete, their bodies twisted in unnatural positions. The Dogs of Hell have killed them. My chest tightens with anger and fear. If they got this far, then Marcus could be in danger.My men, the ones I called, are already there when I arrive. They stand alert, weapons ready, scanning the area for any further threats. I barely a

DANIEL'S POVAll through the night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was restless, my body tense with anger. It wasn’t just frustration; it was rage boiling inside me, threatening to explode. The thought of the other me— Liam— walking freely with my man— Marcus, pretending to be me, made my blood burn. He wasn’t just a problem; he was a threat to everything I had built. And the worst part? It wasn’t that I lacked the resources to find both Liam and Marcus. No, I could do that easily. But if I did, my men would start asking questions. Questions I didn’t want to answer. Questions that could shatter the control I had over them. The last thing I needed was my men discovering that someone who looked exactly like me was roaming the city, acting like he owned it.I sat in my chair, smoking, trying to calm my nerves when my phone rang. The screen lit up, displaying a name I didn’t expect— Marcus. A smirk tugged at my lips as I picked up the call. “Hello, dear,” I greeted, my voice smooth, expecting