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CHAPTER 1: THE WRONG BRIDE

The city never slept, but that morning, it held its breath.Even the air outside felt wrong too still, too quiet, like the world was waiting for bad news.Somewhere in Manhattan, the sun was rising over a skyline that didn’t care about death. Horns honked, taxis weaved between glass towers, and the subway screamed beneath the streets.But inside the DeLuca Caldwell on East 74th Street, time had frozen.Sister Eva Caldwell stood in the doorway of her sister’s bedroom, numb. The bed was still made from the night before untouched.A garment bag hung on the closet door, the white satin of a wedding gown peeking through the zipper. Ellen Caldwell had tried it on for the last time only yesterday.Now she was gone. Forever.The scent of roses clung to the room, her perfume lingering like a ghost that refused to leave. Eva stepped inside, each footfall against the hardwood like a memory breaking under her weight.She had received the call just before dawn. No details, just the words that shat

CHAPTER 2: THE UNLIKELY MARRIAGE

The cathedral glistened under the late afternoon sun, its stained-glass windows casting kaleidoscopic reflections across the red carpet that stretched from the doors to the altar. The air was thick with perfume, whispers, and the clicks of designer heels. Outside, a fleet of luxury cars and SUVs lined the street as paparazzi clamored for the perfect angle.Eva had never worn lipstick before.Now, in the backseat of a Rolls-Royce Phantom, she sat silent as a beauty artist dabbed a rose-gold shimmer on her lips, completing the transformation. Her veil was pinned into her hair, her bare shoulders dusted with glimmering powder. The air inside the car smelled of Chanel No. 5, leather, and quiet dread.“She’s here!” someone gasped.The bride stepped out.“Breathe,” her makeup artist said gently. “You're the bride. Today, the world is watching you.”Eva only nodded.If only they knew they were watching the wrong girl.Eva’s veil was long enough to drag shadows behind her. Her gown a custom E

CHAPTER 3: SILENCE BETWEEN US

The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent, except for the soft classical music piped through the gold-trimmed walls. Eva stood beside her husband, now bound to a man whose gaze hadn’t softened since the altar.The doors opened to a breathtaking suite crystal chandeliers glittered like stardust, velvet drapes spilled onto marble floors, and fresh orchids scented the air. The king-sized bed was adorned with embroidered pillows and folded robes monogrammed with their initials. J & E and a private butler waiting discreetly outside the door. She blinked at the embroidery, a surreal reminder that this was real now.The newlyweds stood in the center of it all, two strangers draped in elegance and silence. Jeremi loosened his tie and shrugged off his jacket. “Make yourself at home,” he said coolly, as though offering hospitality to a stranger.And just immediately there was a polite knock, " Come in." Jeremi commanded It was a woman elegantly dressed in a black-and-cream uniform, hai

CHAPTER 4: BECOMING THE MASK

The morning light poured in through the cathedral-tall windows, golden and indifferent.Eva opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the unfamiliar softness of the bed. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The silk sheets. The silence. The emptiness beside her.Then it hit her again the wedding, the suite, the absence of Jeremi , and the way her own tears had salted the bathwater hours before. It was not a dream afterall. She sat up, drawing the covers around her. Her skin still smelled faintly of rose oil. Her hair was tangled, her body sore not from passion, but from tension. A soft knock came. She stiffened. Her first instinct was to hide.“Enter,” she said weakly. It wasn’t Jeremi. It was Beatrice her new personal Assistant. Her dad had made sure Beatrice went with her, just so that she does not make mistakes.Beatrice stepped inside with the same calculating calm she always wore. Dressed immaculately in a black tailored suit, she held a white envelope in one hand

CHAPTER 5: THE DUTY

The penthouse was still when Jeremi stepped in. Not empty. Just still like someone had been there and chosen to take up space without making noise. This one was controlled. Chosen.The lights were dimmed. A faint scent of jasmine lingered. He walked in at midnight. His jacket hung over one shoulder, collar loosened. Brooklyn’s warehouse breach had taken all day to contain. His team had plugged the leak, but the internal betrayal still sat like ash in his chest. What waited at home was not what he expected. Ellen his wife sat by the wide window in the drawing room, dressed in soft white, her shawl loose around her shoulders. Her legs tucked beneath her, she looked almost regal. Almost unreachable. She wasn’t watching the city. She was watching him.“You’re back late,” she said, the calm in her voice new. Polished. Like glass that had stopped fearing cracks. Jeremi loosened his tie and poured himself a drink. “Business doesn’t pause for wedding nights. Or charity events.” “I han

CHAPTER 6: SECRETS

Eva stood before the grand, full-length mirror in the master suite, still unsure whether the woman staring back was truly her.She looked… breathtaking.Her skin held a soft golden glow, polished to perfection. Her cheekbones, high and pronounced, framed a delicate, oval face that reminded her of the women she’d once seen on New York magazine covers in passing impossibly elegant, born to rule.Her dark, almond-shaped eyes shimmered with a blend of quiet intelligence and fear, framed with long lashes and subtle smoky shadow. Her lips, tinted a muted berry tone, looked soft but firm, like she had something important to say but wasn’t ready to speak it. The silk gown Jeremi had picked she wore was a deep emerald green sleeveless, backless, and hugging her slender curves in a way that was bold without being vulgar. The neckline dipped just enough to spark whispers, and the slit along her left leg moved with grace as she took a few slow steps in her heels. Her dark hair was swept into a s

CHAPTER 7: THE UNKNOWN

The Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of the Moretti mansion just past midnight. The grand iron gates slowly closed behind them, sealing in the silence that had hung between Eva and Jeremi since they left the gala. Eva stepped out first, clutching the hem of her gown to avoid tripping. Her heels echoed faintly against the marble as she made her way inside, her heart still heavy from the evening’s encounters the probing journalist, Maya’s presence, and that almost-moment on with Jeremi. He followed a few steps behind, but she didn’t wait for him. “I’m going to bed,” she said quietly over her shoulder. Jeremi’s footsteps paused behind her. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” he said. She stopped mid-step. “Where to?” “Upstate. There’s a private summit with the governor and a few senators. Just for the weekend.” She turned slightly, meeting his gaze. “I see.” He studied her face for a moment. “You’ll be fine without me?” “I always have been.” The words came out colder than sh

CHAPTER 8: SUSPECT

The morning after the gala was quiet. The golden sunrise had barely kissed the Manhattan skyline when Eva stirred in bed, still wrapped in yesterday’s memories. She had cried herself to bed last night , barely remembering how she slept off. Downstairs, the mansion felt colder without his presence.Eva stood before the mirror. The woman staring back was no longer the silent novice who had once walked cloistered halls. Her eyes, once full of innocent devotion, now held a trace of steel. Eva slipped into a simple navy dress, tying her hair into a soft bun. She instructed Beatrice to prepare for her brief visit to her father’s home. She said it lightly, but her heart weighed with a storm of emotions especially now, with the envelope burning a hole in her handbag. The one Ellen had left behind. Before she could even leave her suite, her feet stopped near the stairwell. Her eyes drifted upwards. The top floor.That floor.She had never been allowed there. No one was, except for Abrams El

CHAPTER 9: TENSION

For the past two weeks, Eva had studied the manor like a soldier mapping her enemy's territory. Jeremi's top-floor chamber the one no one dared approach held answers. She could feel it in her bones. Ellen’s fragmented letter, her father’s panicked reaction, and Jeremi’s subtle evasions had all led her here.But the room was nearly impenetrable.No one entered without clearance from Abrams Eliot . Jeremi’s shadow, watchdog, and enforcer. Even the maids who cleaned it did so under Abrams’ sharp eyes, cameras buzzing in every corner.Except… today.Eva had overheard Beatrice whispering that Abrams had received a call from the mainland estate. That Jeremi was on his way there and will tke a while to get back. Her only chance. She had carefully observed the maids’ uniforms for days simple navy gowns, white collars, sensible black shoes. She stole one early that morning from the laundry room, adjusting it to fit. Hair tied in a tight bun. No perfume. Minimal makeup. She looked… invisib

CHAPTER 10: THE ENEMY WITHIN

The door opened again. “I brought your favorite,” Jeremi’s voice came first, casual and amused. Maya's giggle followed. “Red wine and you? A dangerous combination.” Eva stiffened, breath trapped in her throat. She peered through a sliver between the curtain folds. Jeremi carried a bottle and two glasses, setting them down on a small table near the bed. Maya followed close behind, her heels tapping softly on the polished floor. She wore a satin dress short, clinging to her like it had been painted on. "You should’ve stayed after the gala," Maya whispered, running a hand along his arm. "I missed this... you." Jeremi didn’t stop her. He sat down and filled the glasses. “You always did like sneaking into places you’re not invited.” Maya pouted playfully. “You used to like that about me.” Before he could respond, she straddled his lap without warning, leaning in boldly. “Just one kiss, for old times?” Her lips met his. Long. Slow. She deepened it her fingers sliding into his

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