Semua Bab On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret: Bab 1 - Bab 5

♦♦♦♦Eleanor brimmed with a radiant smile as she admired her reflection in the mirror, savoring the moment slowly. She lifted her chin slightly, watching the soft lighting spill over her skin like warm honey. The woman staring back looked enchanting… someone confident, hopeful, and ready to be loved. She wore a deep scarlet dress, seductive in every sense, crafted from satin that clung perfectly to her hourglass figure. The neckline dipped into a teasing V that showed just enough cleavage to be tempting but still elegant. Tonight, she looked like a woman ready to be adored.It was her birthday and also their four-year anniversary. December 31st… their night, the night they always celebrated together. They had made it a tradition to hold each other as the new year arrived, whispering promises of forever. The thought alone made her giggle softly. She picked up her phone to dial his number but hesitated, biting her lower lip. ‘Let him call first,’ she reasoned. ‘He’s probably preparing

♦♦♦♦A week later,Eleanor spent the New Year drowning in loneliness. The world outside her window sparkled with fireworks, but inside her grandfather’s house… now cold without him…there was only silence. She clutched the edge of his old chair, the same one he always sat in while telling her stories about strength, patience, and family.Now it was empty. And so was she.She cried until her vision blurred, until the sound of her own sobs echoed back at her like a stranger’s voice. She cried for her grandfather, the only person who had ever truly loved her. She cried for Lucas… the man she thought she knew… who hadn’t reached out to her since the funeral. Not a call. Not a message. Not even a simple “Are you okay?”Nothing.His silence felt like a blade twisting deeper every second. Mourning and betrayal blended until she couldn’t tell which one hurt more. When her tears dried, when her heart felt scraped hollow, a strange numbness settled over her.Enough. She needed answers.She picke

♦♦♦♦After some time, Eleanor stirred awake, her eyelashes fluttering weakly as she forced her tired eyes open. The room was empty… quiet in a way that felt intentional. A damp towel lay on her forehead, lukewarm now, evidence that someone had tended to her only superficially. There were no bandages, no IV drip, and no medical care of any real kind.She didn’t need a doctor present to understand why.Rumors.That was all that mattered to them.They couldn’t afford for anyone to know that their soon‑to‑be bride had been locked in a storage room and starved for two days straight. That the prestigious Lucas Hale had left his fiancée to collapse on a cold floor like a stray.“Food… I'm hungry.” She muttered in her voice… hoarse, pushing herself up slowly, her body heavy, her head pounding. She made her way toward the door, but her legs buckled beneath her. She caught the wall, struggling to stay upright. Each step felt like dragging a body twice her weight.“Is anybody there?” She cried f