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Rain hammered against the windows of the speeding taxi, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and blue. Su Panni tightened her grip on her phone, her pulse racing as her sister’s last frantic words echoed in her ear.“Just go to my place—please! I’ll explain later!”Explain later. That was always Su Annie’s line, a promise that never came with answers.The taxi swerved through traffic, cutting through a storm that seemed determined to rip the night apart. Panni’s reflection in the window looked like a stranger—perfect makeup, curled hair, the expensive cream blazer Annie shoved at her earlier. She looked nothing like the exhausted, practical woman she truly was.She looked like her twin.But no amount of makeup could hide the dread clawing at her stomach.“This is the address, miss.” The driver stopped in front of an upscale private restaurant, the kind reserved for politicians, billionaires, and people who didn’t work three part-time jobs to survive.Panni stepped out into t

Panni never imagined silence could feel this loud.She stood inside the CEO’s private elevator, her reflection fractured by sleek steel walls. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, steady but sharp, as though reminding her she wasn’t supposed to be here… she wasn’t supposed to be Annie.And yet here she was, lifted straight into the lion’s den.When the elevator doors slid open, a cold burst of air greeted her. The entire top floor was a minimalist expanse of glass and marble—impossibly polished, intimidatingly quiet. Assistant Luo gestured forward.“He’s inside,” he murmured. “He doesn’t like waiting.”Panni swallowed. “Right.”She stepped toward the frosted glass doors. They opened automatically, revealing a massive office with floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights glittered beyond like a thousand eyes watching her.At the center of it all stood Chen Lu, back turned, silhouette tall and blade-straight. His suit looked tailored to perfection; even the tension in his posture felt discipl

The car ride to the hospital was suffocating.Not because of silence—Chen Lu wasn’t the type to fill empty space with unnecessary words—but because every minute felt like a countdown toward disaster.Panni pressed her palms together tightly, trying to steady her breathing. Annie, what did you do? Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the hospital?Beside her, Chen Lu sat rigid, jaw sharp with tension, one hand gripping the armrest as city lights flickered across his icy expression. Panni stole a glance. He wasn’t just irritated.He was suspicious.“Is your sister sick?” he asked finally.Panni flinched. “I… I’m not sure.”“You’re not sure?” His voice darkened. “You two typically hide everything, don’t you?”Heat rose in her chest—part guilt, part fear.“Our relationship is complicated,” she managed.“That much is obvious.”His phone buzzed. A message flashed. His eyes narrowed. “The witness says she saw Annie arrive at the hospital in a hood, accompanied by a man.”The words stab

[The Weight of the Name Panni]“A lie can survive a day… but not a night filled with questions.”The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, soft and golden, but Panni felt none of its warmth.She hadn’t slept.Her fingers still ached from gripping that crumpled note all night.Stop pretending to be me.Annie’s handwriting haunted her.Jinyan’s voice haunted her even more.“Why does it feel like you’re breaking us before we even start?”Panni pressed a hand over her heart, trying to steady the storm inside her. She needed time—just a little more time—before everything collapsed.But Jinyan wasn’t going to make it easy.Not this time.A firm knock landed on her door, followed by Jinyan’s deep, controlled voice.“Panni. Breakfast.”She swallowed.He wasn’t angry.That was worse.She opened the door slowly. Jinyan stood there wearing a black suit, tie undone, hair slightly messy—as if he’d been running his hand through it continuously.His eyes flicked over her tired face. “Yo

[The Night the Past Touched Her Door]“Sometimes danger doesn’t kick down the door… it knocks politely, wearing the face you fear most.”The evening air felt heavier than usual—too still, too quiet, too expectant.Panni sensed it the moment she stepped out of Jinyan’s car. The mansion was dim, only a few lights on, almost as if the house itself was holding its breath. She clutched her bag tightly, her mind replaying Jinyan’s lingering stare when he dropped her off.His voice still echoed inside her:“You’re hiding something, Annie… and I’m running out of patience.”She had smiled then—soft, practiced—but her heart rattled against her ribs like a trapped bird.Now, stepping into the vast foyer, Panni wished his suspicion was the only danger she faced tonight.Because a different danger was already waiting.“Annie?”Panni froze.It wasn’t Jinyan’s voice.And it wasn’t Chen Lu’s either.It was deeper. Familiar. Unmistakable.A voice she was never supposed to hear again.Slowly… painfull