Cracked After My Fake Death
I was the greediest stand-in in high society, and my motto was simple. As long as cash kept coming, my dignity could take a back seat.
For Frederick Jameson, I played the role of his obedient pet, so when his true love accused me of stealing her necklace, I just bowed and apologized.
With Samuel York, I served as his lab rat, testing drugs meant for his sweetheart's condition until they left me with a bleeding ulcer.
And for Theodore Xander, I acted as a scapegoat, getting pushed out to take the blame of extortion for his crush.
They all assumed I was hopelessly in love with them, even forcing me to sign a confession at their joint engagement party.
That was when the system's voice chim