All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Twin Replacement : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The velvet curtain of the dressing room felt heavy as Aria pulled it shut. Her hands shook so violently that it took her three attempts to zip up the heavy silk dress. The gown fit her frame perfectly, a painful reminder that physically, she and Brianna were identical. But as she looked into the full-length mirror, the person staring back was a stranger.​Her soft, expressive hazel eyes were wide with fear, devoid of Brianna’s usual arrogant spark. She quickly pulled the delicate lace veil over her head, letting the sheer fabric obscure her face. It was her only shield now.​"Remember, Aria," her mother whispered frantically, adjusting the lace at her shoulders through the curtain. "Brianna is confident, demanding, and graceful. Do not speak unless spoken to, and keep your answers brief. Alexander is sharp. One wrong move, and he’ll rip us apart."​Aria swallowed the lump of anxiety in her throat. "What if he asks about something private between them?"​"Avoid it. Play the stressed br

Aria felt her heart drop into her stomach. Her breath hitched, and for a terrifying second, the room seemed to spin.​He knows, her panicked mind screamed. He knows I’m an imposter.​She stared back at Alexander, trying desperately to keep her facial expression neutral. But the intensity of his gaze was suffocating. His sharp black eyes were analyzing her every micro-expression—the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the pulse fluttering wildly in her throat, and the genuine fear reflected in her eyes.​"I... I don't know what you mean, Alexander," Aria choked out, trying to force a laugh that sounded brittle and fake. "Of course it's me. Who else would I be?"​Alexander’s expression remained stone-cold, but his thumb moved from her jawline, brushing against the rapid pulse point on her neck. "Brianna Sterling is arrogant, loud, and treats everyone beneath her like trash. She wouldn't freeze up when I touch her. She wouldn't apologize for being late. And most importantly..."​He leaned

​Aria spent the rest of the morning wandering through the quiet halls of the Vance estate. The massive house felt less like a home and more like an intimidating castle built to keep the world out. Everywhere she went, immaculate marble floors reflected the crystal chandeliers, but the grand design lacked any warmth.​By two o'clock, Mrs. Gable brought a selection of designer dresses to the master suite. Aria chose a tailored, emerald-green sheath dress with long sleeves and a high neckline. It was elegant and dignified—vastly different from the revealing, flashy outfits Brianna usually preferred.​When the black sedan arrived at the Vance Financial headquarters in the heart of the city's financial district, a swarm of reporters and paparazzi was already gathered near the entrance. Flashbulbs went off rapidly as the driver opened her door.​Aria took a deep breath, smoothing down her skirt. You are Brianna Vance now, she reminded herself, stepping out into the chaos. Don't show weaknes

Aria stood frozen in the silent office, her breath caught in her chest as Alexander’s words hung heavily in the air. You are my wife, Aria. And you belong right here.​The sheer intensity of his gaze made her heart race, sending a flurry of conflicting emotions through her. She felt terrified of his power, yet strangely safe within the cold, protective shadow he cast over her.​"Is this a threat?" Aria asked softly, finding her voice despite the tremor in her knees.​Alexander took a single step back, unbuttoning the top button of his collar with practiced ease. "It's a business proposal, Aria. In my world, everything is a transaction. You need protection for your family, and I need stability for Vance Financial. We give each other what we need."​"And if I say no?" she challenged, tilting her head up to meet his dark obsidian eyes. "If I refuse to play your puppet?"​Alexander reached out, his thumb catching a single stray tear on her cheek, brushing it away with a touch that was une

The sharp knock on the heavy wooden door shattered the thick, electric silence in the library.​Alexander took a slow step back, his hand falling away from Aria’s jaw. The sudden loss of his touch left her skin feeling cold, and she swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure as her racing heart hammered against her ribs.​Alexander adjusted his cuffs, his expression shifting back to his signature mask of icy authority. "Enter."​The door swung open, and his assistant, Marcus, stepped into the room holding a leather document folder. He paused for a brief second, his perceptive eyes flickering between Alexander and Aria, sensing the lingering tension hanging in the air.​"Pardon the interruption, Mr. Vance," Marcus said respectfully, bowing his head slightly. "We have an urgent situation regarding the Sterling Group's offshore accounts. And... there is someone waiting downstairs who insists on seeing you immediately."​Aria frowned, her pulse quickening. "Who is it?"​"It’s your fat