Crowned in Her Own Name
The Andersons' rule was simple and brutal: the inheritance passed to sons, never daughters.
So, I lived as a man for ten years. Even Winston Quinn, the one I had been promised to since childhood, had no idea. To him, I was just his best friend.
After taking control of everything, I was finally ready to tell him the truth.
Before I could say a word, Winston grabbed my arm, smiling like he couldn't be happier.
"Sam, there's something I've been keeping from you. Louise quietly came back last month. We're getting married! She really looks like you."
My whole body went rigid.
That “sister” I had made up, the one who was supposedly recovering overseas?
Before I could react, a woman who looked eerily like me peeked out from behind him. She shoved me aside, her expression sharp and smug.
"I'm back, Sam. Stop clinging to Winston just because you're my brother. Have some shame. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone you've got twisted feelings for your future brother-in-law!"
I looked at the arrogant impostor in front of me and almost laughed from sheer anger.
She was Louise Anderson?
Then who the hell was I?