Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Copycat Sister: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I had just finished changing into my wedding dress when the curtain next to me was pulled open.Poppy Palmer was standing there, wearing the same wedding dress, veil, and pearl earrings as me. She’d even copied the exact way I purposely pinned my hair clip crooked.Just a moment ago, the store associate, Sammy, had asked if I wanted to swap for a lighter veil. I’d said no right in front of Poppy."Elliot prefers something more grand," I’d told her. "I don’t mind the extra weight."Poppy had heard every word.So when she stepped out, her veil was weighed down so low that she could barely hold her neck straight. Yet she still forced a smile and said, "I’m sure Elliot will love seeing me like this, too."Sammy walked over holding a pincushion. "Ms. Willow, we still need to alter the waistline."Mid-sentence, the girl froze. She looked back and forth between Poppy and me, the smile on her face stiffening for half a second.Poppy immediately let out a light laugh. "Willow, even she

When the prenuptial agreement was delivered to our house, Elliot had the driver bring two copies. One was for me, and the other was for the Fitzgeralds' legal team. The document was as thick as a book, its cover embossed with the official emblem of the Fitzgerald Group.After receiving the agreement, I flipped directly to the last few pages. Sitting right next to me, Poppy immediately copied my movement and flipped straight to the back, too. She pretended to read with great focus, but she couldn't understand a single word. Before even finishing two pages, she secretly flipped back to the front, her eyes lighting up as she caught a few specific lines."Spousal rights. Mrs. Fitzgerald’s active involvement. Joint operations." She read aloud, acting as though she had already secured a seat on the board of the Fitzgerald Group.I gave her a quiet warning. "You need to read the back of the contract. Especially the fine print."Poppy snapped the document shut. "Willow, stop trying to

The moment the door to the green room swung shut, the applause and chatter from the outside were completely cut off.The blush on Poppy’s face couldn’t hide how pale she looked. Diana pushed a document in front of her, no longer even bothering to fake a polite smile."Sign it."Poppy took a step back. "I was just filling in for my sister to finish the ceremony..."Diana snorted. "Mrs. Fitzgerald, the ceremony isn't over yet."That title of Mrs. Fitzgerald had been a trophy Poppy was so desperate to steal just minutes ago. Now, it read like a death sentence.Poppy turned to Elliot. "Elliot, tell them! Tell them I didn't mean it like that!"Elliot avoided her gaze. "Poppy, the Fitzgeralds need you right now. Just help us get through this hurdle, and I won't treat you wrong."I had heard those exact words before—at the bridal shop, the menu tasting, and every single time he needed me to play along. His gentleness was nothing more than a thin veneer hiding a mountain of debt.Fina

Mike’s office was located on the twenty-seventh floor in the city center.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was overcast and gray. Poppy sat across from me, gripping the statement tightly. Dark circles hung under her eyes from a sleepless night, yet the moment she saw me, she forced her shoulders straight."Willow, now that we're here, you can stop pretending. You signed this statement."She pushed the paper to the center of the desk.On the signature line, the name "Willow Palmer" was written. It really did look remarkably like mine, right down to the upward flick on the final stroke.I took a glance. "Looks pretty convincing."Poppy’s eyes lit up.That was what she had loved hearing most growing up. Looking like me, looking real enough to confuse everyone, looking so convincing that she could take my things with a clear conscience.Mom had come along, too. Sitting to the side, her face looked haggard, but the first words out of her mouth were still the same."Wil

Poppy made her move to run at four in the morning.She wore a beige coat that matched mine, carried an identical suitcase, and even tied her scarf the exact way I usually did. Watching her leave through the security camera, I noticed she had even applied the same subtle makeup I normally wore.She truly believed that as long as she looked like me, she could dump her problems on me and walk away. What she didn't realize was that I had already replaced my identification and reported my old copies lost long ago.There weren't many people at the station.The early morning waiting area was bathed in stark, cold white light, with the PA system repeatedly reminding passengers to present valid identification for real-name verification.Poppy pulled her hat brim lower and handed over the ID.The machine beeped, and a bright red light flashed. The station employee checked the screen, then looked up at her. "Please take off your mask."Poppy’s hand trembled visibly. "I have a cold."The e