All Chapters of My Twin Stole My Life And My Man: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ariana's POVI was in a dilemma. Candice's parents were pressing charges against Mr. Jackson, and not only that, they were going to sue the school for not properly checking in on the student affairs. I felt guilty. I knew that that was the right thing to do, but I didn't want other people to go down for it.I paced about my room in my school uniform, wondering what would happen at the end of the day. I really did not know what to do, whether to go to school or not. Candice's words kept playing in my ears. Would everything be solved if I went to the principal right now and told him that my diary was fake?It was a foolhardy thing to do, but it gave me a glimmer of hope. Once my chauffeur arrived, I went to school. I sat on my chair, contemplating heavily. Reporting falsely could create a big problem for me. I didn't want to give my father a reason to regret bringing me here in Beverly Hills.But I could think about that later. I stood up abruptly. I knew I was making a wrong decision t

Ariana’s POVRecently, it seemed like Jake had been trying to get into my good graces because he kept calling every day. And he did it in such a perfect way that Blair wasn’t home whenever he did that.I didn’t quite understand him, but I guess he was trying to make me take back my statement so that I could restore my name in school so it doesn’t affect his own name. I didn’t know if that made sense, but that was what I thought he was trying to do.Today, Rachel was tying the knot at the back of my dress.“I don’t know why you’re trying to get me dressed up. There is nowhere I’m going,” I said. “I don’t even feel like going anywhere.”She chuckled. “You can’t tell if Mr. Beaumont will be here again today.”“If he comes today, I will send him off like I always have.”She sighed. “How long do you intend on ignoring him? He genuinely wants to keep your calm here.”“He should go keep his fiancée’s company, not mine. I’m sure Blair needs him more than I do.”“Miss Ariana, stop being so har

Ariana POVBlair was the first to recover."What do you mean?" she asked.Gwen waved at us. "Hello, girls. It's nice to meet you."I couldn't speak. I just looked at them with what I was sure was a red face.“What is this?” Blair raged.“Young lady,” my father scolded her.She faced him. “No, don’t. Please, Daddy, don’t do that. You can’t just bring a woman into the house and call her our stepmother. You have not even married her. She can’t be in our house.”He smiled at Gwen and held her by the shoulder. “We are getting married soon. Until then, she’s going to be living with us.”Blair went pale. “You don’t mean that, Daddy.”“Of course I do. Treat Gwen as you would treat me. She’s your mother.”“She will not be my mother. She’s not my mother. She can’t be.”“Blair, stop that.”“What do you mean?” she yelled. She faced me. “Ariana, do you see this? Do you see what Daddy is trying to do? He wants to bring someone here to replace our darling mother.”I just scoffed at this pathetic lit

Ariana's POVI paused and turned to her. “I went to see my gran.”“Your gran? You mean in the Bronx?”“Yes.”“Who did you inform that you were going there?”“There was no time to tell anyone. Besides, Dad was not picking my call, so I just left. I had something important to do there.”“Why didn’t you tell me? You could have at least told me that you were going somewhere.”“I’m sorry. I’ll tell you next time.”“No, because there will be no next time. I will tell your father you are not to go to the Bronx anymore.”From the kitchen door, Blair came in laughing. I laughed really hard too because I genuinely found it funny.“What’s funny?” she asked.“The fact that you’re trying to act like her mother. You’ve been here for barely one week, and you’re already acting like this. It’s pathetic,” Blair said.Gwen’s face turned red. “Don’t make me ground you.”Blair smirked at her. “Let me see you try.”I was still struggling from the laughter, but I managed to speak. “That’s okay, Blair. We sh

Ariana’s POV Since I had already resumed school, my life was pretty much normal. Blair hadn’t come to me once to talk about Gwen, and I didn’t see her either. She was good that way. It was the weekend, and I had no plans. My father had agreed for me never to go to the Bronx again after Gwen told him a lot of things, including what did not happen. Of course, he believed her over me. Surprisingly, even Blair helped me that day. She told him that Gwen was lying, but somehow that only made him believe me even less. Suddenly, my door burst open and Blair came in. “Ariana,” she called. I sat upright and looked at her. “What?” She sat on my bed. Then she realized what she had just done. She went, “Ew,” and stood up, instead standing near the door. “That witch is planning something terrible.” The witch referred to Gwen, so I didn’t bother to ask who she meant. “What have you seen now?” I asked. “I’m serious. Believe me. She’s up to something terrible.” “I didn’t say anything, Blair.