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Chapter 1

Carrington Square bustled with the usual hum of luxury—heels clicking on polished marble, the faint scent of expensive perfume, and murmured conversations of the wealthy, who spent money like it meant nothing. For Irene, it was just another exhausting day at work, serving customers who barely acknowledged her existence. “I want that dress,” a woman dressed in head-to-toe designer commanded, barely glancing at her. “And that one. Oh, and that one too. Just give me everything on this rack.” “Yes, ma’am.” Irene forced a polite smile, exchanging a glance with her best friend and coworker, Jules. Today was their lucky day—if this sale went through, they’d hit the monthly target and finally earn their much-needed bonuses. The woman waved a dismissive hand. “I’ll try them on.” “Of course, ma’am,” they chorused, leading her to the fitting room. Everything was going smoothly—until it wasn’t. Jules, packing up the rejected clothes, suddenly gasped. “Irene... Irene, we have a problem
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Chapter 2

Irene stared at the woman in front of her, shock coursing through her veins. It felt like looking into a mirror—similar features, same piercing gaze, but a world of difference in how they carried themselves. The woman recovered from her initial shock almost instantly, her expression twisting into disgust as her eyes raked over Irene’s stained uniform and tired face.Irene shifted uncomfortably, instinctively trying to cover the bloodstains on her shirt with her hands. This is crazy. This can’t be real.“Do I… know you?” Irene blurted out before she could stop herself.The woman scoffed, flicking an imaginary speck of dust off her designer coat. “I don’t know how the hell we look alike, but I’m certain I don’t want anything to do with the likes of you.” Her voice was ice, cutting through the air like a blade.Irene barely had time to process the words before the woman turned on her heel, ready to leave. Panic surged in Irene’s chest. She couldn’t let this moment slip away. Without thin
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Chapter 3

Ryan Carrington sat in his chair in the private suite of The Grand Orchid, an exclusive fine-dining restaurant with gold-plated chandeliers and dark wood paneling that exuded wealth and power. The air smelled of wine and the soft melodies of a live pianist played in the background.Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, Ryan looked like a fallen angel—devilish, untouchable, and dangerous. His jet-black hair fell over his forehead in an effortlessly messy way, but it only added to his charm, giving him a lethal mix of refined elegance and raw masculinity. His sharp jawline tensed as he tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.He hated late people.And Giselle, his supposed fiancée, was an hour late.Not that he cared much for her personally. They had been betrothed since childhood because of their families’ joint business interests, but there was no real relationship between them. Now, with his upcoming promotion to CEO, his grandfather was forcing the marriage through.Ryan had n
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Chapter 4

"Oh my God, Irene, what did you do this time?"Irene shot up from the bed, heart hammering as she took in her surroundings. The luxurious hotel room with its pristine white sheets, golden drapes, and the faint scent of expensive cologne was unfamiliar. Her dress lay crumpled on the floor, and panic surged through her. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing her dress and slipping it on. Where was her purse? Her money was in there. "Think, Irene. Think!"Flashes of last night flickered through her mind. The bar. The drinks. Snuggling against that stranger’s chest. "Oh, you pervert!" she whispered harshly to herself, mortified as the memories hit her. The man—his warmth, his strength—how she clung to him like some desperate drunk. She bent down, searching for her purse, and spotted the strap peeking out from under the bed. As she pulled it out, her head collided with the wooden bedpost. "Ouch!"Then it hit her. He had called her Giselle. He must have mistaken her for her doppelg
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Chapter 5

Ryan was finishing up at his office when his phone buzzed. Astrid.He considered ignoring it, but something in his gut told him to pick up."Ryan," Astrid’s voice was sharp, urgent. "It’s Giselle. She was in an accident."His grip on the phone tightened."What?" His voice was calm—too calm."She was hit by a car outside the restaurant. The driver fled the scene."His heart pounded, but he didn’t let it show. He had just seen her. They’d had lunch. And now she was fighting for her life?"How did you find out?" he asked, suspicion creeping in."Stefan’s friend owns the restaurant. He called us when she was taken to the hospital.”Ryan’s jaw clenched. Why was Astrid the one calling him? He didn't trust her. He trusted Stefan even less."I’m on my way."Snapping his phone shut, he grabbed his coat."Sam, get the car ready. Now."As they sped toward the hospital, his thoughts raced. He didn’t love Giselle. Their marriage was a deal, nothing more. But this wasn’t part of the plan.And if As
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Chapter 6

Irene jolted awake, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. The sterile scent of disinfectant hit her nose, and it took a moment for her vision to focus. She was lying in a hospital bed, the steady beeping of a heart monitor confirming what her aching body already knew—she was alive.Barely.Her body throbbed with pain, a dull ache pulsing through her chest, ribs, and limbs. Her mind, still swimming in murky confusion, tried to piece together what had happened.The water. The crash. The cold. The darkness.Her heart raced.She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain seized her ribs, forcing her back down with a gasp.“You should take it easy,” a cold, all-too-familiar voice said.Her head snapped to the side.Stefan.He stood at the corner of the room, arms folded, his expression unreadable. Dressed in black as always, he looked calm—far too calm for someone who’d just witnessed someone almost die.“What are you doing here?” she croaked.A smirk curled at the edge of his lips. “Is that
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Chapter 7

It had been three days since Giselle’s accident, and Ryan Carrington had spent every one of those days investigating what had happened. His assistant’s reports had offered little insight—no CCTV footage, no witnesses. Nothing. It was as if someone had tampered with the evidence. Ryan’s instincts whispered one thing—foul play. And if there was foul play, Astrid and Stefan weren’t far behind.He received a call that morning from his assistant confirming what he’d feared: Stefan had been the one to take Giselle home from the hospital, and the doctor had diagnosed her with memory loss. Amnesia? The word rang in his ears.A flicker of suspicion crossed his face as he dropped his phone on the table. Giselle had always been sharp, calculated—even cunning. Memory loss? That didn’t sound like her at all. He needed to see her himself.********The doorbell rang.Irene’s heart slammed against her chest. She froze where she stood, staring at the front door like it might attack her. Her palms were
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Chapter 8

After the wedding, the newlyweds returned to the Carrington estate in stiff silence. The ride was quiet—Ryan leaned into his seat, eyes fixed on the tinted window, while Irene’s heart thudded wildly. She fiddled with her ring, still not used to the weight of it… or the name that came with it. Mrs. Carrington. It sounded foreign—like a title she’d stolen rather than earned.As the car curved around the long private drive, Irene’s breath caught. The estate wasn’t just large—it was breathtaking. A grand colonial-style mansion stood in the middle of carefully manicured lawns, trimmed hedges forming elegant patterns. A fountain with a marble sculpture danced at the center of the circular driveway, and ivory roses climbed the pillars that framed the entrance.She hadn’t had time to admire it the last time she came—she’d been too nervous then. But now, stepping out with her dress bunched at her feet and her emotions tightly coiled, she couldn’t ignore the opulence.A tall man in a crisp blac
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Chapter 9

Turns out the receipt was their wedding certificate.The ride to the registrar’s office was filled with an awkward silence. Irene sat stiffly beside Ryan, her hands folded tightly on her lap. The weight of everything she'd done—and everything she was about to do—weighed heavily on her shoulders. She could feel Ryan’s quiet disapproval in the way he never once looked at her.At the registrar’s office, lawyers from both families waited with solemn expressions. Two crisp certificates sat on the polished table—documents that would forever seal Irene’s identity as Giselle Monroe, wife of Ryan Carrington.Ryan picked up the pen first and signed his name in elegant strokes. He slid the document toward her without a glance. Irene’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the pen. She lowered her eyes and carefully wrote—Irene Garfield.Her heart stopped.Panic surged through her veins as her eyes widened in horror. What had she just done?Without thinking, she dragged her hand over the na
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Chapter 10

The streets of her old neighborhood hadn’t changed much. Same cracked pavements. Same rusted lamp posts buzzing faintly. Irene stood still for a moment. Her heart ached, not with nostalgia, but with the heaviness of what she’d lost. She gripped the shopping bag tighter in her hand. She only wanted to drop the shopping bag off at the gate. Just a glimpse of her sister or her mother would do.But as she took a step forward, ready to cross the road, a hand yanked her backward with enough force to make her stumble, the bag slipping from her grasp and falling to the floor.“Aw—” the gasp caught in her throat as she looked up.Stefan.His jaw was clenched, eyes shadowed with fury. He looked nothing like the calm, calculated man he often presented himself as.“Do you know what the most stupid emotion in the world is?” he snarled. “Love.”“Rationality, logic, everything collapses when it comes to love. It ruins everything!” His voice dropped, but the venom in it didn’t.Irene blinked, lips q
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