All Chapters of My Fake Twin Stole My Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

Dalton's POVAfter the wedding that had practically brought the entire city to a standstill, my oldest sister, Claire Whitmore, drove all the way out to the miserable backwater where I'd spent the past three years. The stretch limousine had barely pulled into the village when the man in charge hurried out to greet her. Claire didn't even spare him a glance. Her cold gaze swept past him and landed on me, half-hidden at the back of the crowd. He immediately noticed where she was looking, and his already ingratiating smile grew even wider. "Don't worry, Ms. Whitmore. I've done exactly as you asked these past three years. We made sure he learned his lesson."He glanced back at me with satisfaction. "He's very well behaved now."At his signal, one of the staff members grabbed me and hauled me out from behind the others. Three years of hunger and deprivation had taken their toll. My body was a shadow of what it used to be, and there was nothing left of the proud, reckless youn

Chapter 2

Dalton's POVI looked at Ethan's healthy complexion and almost laughed. When I'd first arrived in this miserable little town, the supervisor had still been wary of my status as a Whitmore. For a while, he hadn't dared go too far. Then, three months passed without so much as a phone call from Claire. That was all it took for him to realize no one was coming for me. After that, he stopped pretending. I was given every filthy, backbreaking job no one else wanted. Some days, I worked from dawn until I could barely stand, with hardly a break in between.Meals were just as miserable. Usually watery oatmeal, stale bread, and whatever cheap canned vegetables they had on hand were served.It didn't take long for the weight to fall off me. Eventually, a doctor warned that the prolonged malnutrition had done serious damage to my body. Even if I recovered, there was a chance I'd be dealing with the consequences for the rest of my life. Not that it mattered. I only had three days left

Chapter 3

Dalton's POVThe moment Ethan saw the coldness in my eyes, he faltered. Then, his face twisted with anger. "Are you seriously glaring at me?"His eyes darted toward Claire. A second later, his expression changed, and he suddenly covered his nose."God, Dalton! What's that smell?"Claire pulled over almost immediately and turned around.Ethan was already gagging dramatically, and the sight of him was enough to make her look at me with disgust."Dalton, when was the last time you showered?" she snapped. "You couldn't even clean yourself up before getting in the car? Look what you're doing to Ethan!"Before I could say a word, she got out, yanked open my door, and dragged me onto the roadside.Then, she turned her attention back to Ethan. "Are you okay?"Ethan gave her a pitiful look, and Claire's expression hardened. "If you can't stand having him in here, he can walk. It's only a few hours. He has two perfectly good legs."I hit the ground hard, my knees taking most of the imp

Chapter 4

Dalton's POVEthan covered his nose, making no effort to hide his disgust.Instinctively, I drew back and tried to hide the mud caked across my clothes.The gesture only seemed to delight him."Oh, I get it now." His eyes lit up with feigned realization. "You came all this way because you knew Grace would be here, didn't you? That's why you're shamelessly hanging around here." He sounded perfectly innocent, but every word was aimed to humiliate me. I could feel Grace's eyes on me.A wave of shame swept over me, and the last scraps of pride I had left made me lower my head. That night, I was given a cramped storage room in a forgotten corner of the estate. It couldn't have been more different from the bedroom I'd had before I was sent away. Still, compared to the rundown cabin I'd lived in for the past three years, it felt almost luxurious.A familiar ache began spreading through my chest. I curled up on the narrow bed and drifted off to sleep.…The next day, I stayed in

Chapter 5

Third-Person POVClaire hauled Dalton up like a rag doll, but he barely reacted. Then, she noticed the blood staining the front of his sweater. Her expression changed instantly. "Dalton! What's wrong?" He no longer had the strength to answer. It finally seemed to dawn on Claire that something was seriously wrong. She caught Dalton before he could collapse again and frantically looked around for help. "Call an ambulance!" She turned to Ethan, who was staring at them in surprise. "Ethan, hurry! Call 911!"Just then, a familiar car pulled up near the cemetery entrance. Grace stepped out."I was passing by and heard someone had collapsed. What happened?" She tried to sound composed, but the worry in her eyes betrayed her. She had been on her way home when she'd heard Claire shouting Dalton's name. Something about it had unsettled her enough to make her turn around. Then, her gaze fell on Dalton. The moment she saw the blood soaking his sweater, her usual composure shattered.

Chapter 6

Dalton's POV"Isn't he Ms. Whitmore's brother?" one of the nurses whispered. "How did he end up with so many injuries?""Some of these are old, and some are newer. This didn't happen all at once."Another member of the medical team stared at me in disbelief."He's supposed to be a Whitmore? How could anyone let him end up like this?"By the time the last round of tests came back, the doctors' expressions had turned grim.One younger doctor was so disturbed by what she'd seen that she pulled out her phone, ready to call the police. The attending physician stopped her before she could place the call.A few moments later, the attending physician stepped into the hallway.Claire immediately rushed toward her. "How's my brother? Is he awake yet? Is he getting better?"The doctor sighed. "Your brother has suffered prolonged physical abuse and severe neglect. His body has been pushed far beyond its limits."She paused, her expression grave. "At this stage, I'm afraid there's very li

Chapter 7

Dalton's POVBut no matter how hard I worked, Claire never looked at me with pride again. In the end, she even forced me to give Ethan the spot at Westbridge University, one I'd worked so hard to earn."Dalton!" Claire's voice tore me from the memory.My eyes slowly opened.She was sitting beside my bed, her eyes swollen and red. Tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry, Dalton. I'm so sorry." Her voice shook. "This is my fault. I never imagined those people would go this far."They took my instructions into something I never intended. I wanted them to discipline you, not abuse you. I never told them to hurt you like this."I should've checked on you. I should've made sure you were safe. I should've taken care of you."For a moment, she sounded exactly like the sister I remembered. Once, hearing that tenderness in her voice would have been enough to make me forgive almost anything. But not anymore.I simply looked at her, my eyes cold, and said nothing. Claire flinched be

Chapter 8

Dalton's POVI frowned. "Grace, I don't want to marry you.""What?"For the first time, genuine surprise crossed her face."Why not? Are you still angry about what happened three years ago?"She sighed as though I were the unreasonable one. "Back then, I didn't understand how I really felt about you. That's why I was so cold."Then she added, with astonishing matter-of-factness, "And after you fell out of favor with Claire, marrying Ethan simply made more sense. Our families have business interests tied together. From that perspective, he was the better match."Made more sense? So that was all marriage meant to her? A business deal?I gave a humorless laugh. "And now marrying me makes more sense?"Grace's expression stiffened."Dalton! That's not what I meant."She took a deep breath and softened her voice. "I admit I treated you badly three years ago. But I've had a lot of time to think since then, and I finally understand what I feel for you."When I saw you collapse at y

Chapter 9

Dalton's POVAfter the disaster with the proposal, both Claire and Grace were suddenly determined to shower me with attention. It was almost as if they were competing to see who could do more for me.Claire had the latest AI-powered home theater system installed in my hospital suite. Grace countered with rare paintings, designer clothes, and limited-edition collectibles that most people couldn't get their hands on no matter how much they were willing to pay.I couldn't bring myself to care about any of it.But apparently, someone else cared far too much.Late one night, Ethan appeared in the doorway of my hospital room. There was something almost unhinged in his expression."You idiot," he hissed. "Why couldn't you just die in the countryside? Why did you have to come back?"His face twisted with hatred. "Why did you have to take everything away from me?"I regarded him coldly. "Take everything from you?"A humorless laugh escaped me. "Ethan, which one of us took the other's l

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