I was always the second choice — the shadow, the secret daughter. I watched her savor the image I built for her, watched her take everything from me without a second thought — my paintings, my boyfriend, and now… my life. I thought being married to him would finally change my life. But I was wrong… He was cold and unbearable. Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t ignore the strange feeling I had toward him. His cold gaze made me feel safe instead of scared. And every time he was around… I wanted to run into his arms. Little did I know, he would become the most important person in my life. I was falling for him. And now my so-called sister wants him too. But this time… I won’t let her take what’s mine.
view more"Celeste?"I stared at the woman whose hand was still raised, holding a card number. She was wearing a thin half-mask, but there was no way I could be mistaken. After all those nights of watching Celeste sleep, I had memorized every inch of her face. But something felt different about her today."I thought I told you not to let anyone bother my wife?" I asked Marcus.I turned to him for a second. His brows furrowed. "Yes, sir. Your wife is currently at home."I looked ba
Sebastian’s POV"The auction will start at 8 p.m., Sir. Should I ask your wife to get ready?"I glanced at Marcus, who was seated in the front seat.I sighed and looked outside the window.After everything that happened, I decided to leave her alone for now. I haven’t even asked Bricks for any updates about her. I just wanted to give her space—or maybe give myself a break from overthinking.I didn’t understand it myself, but lately… she just wouldn’t leave my mind.
My heart was pounding as I stood in front of Savarre Studio. Just as I requested, Bricks didn’t come with me. He simply dropped me off at the waiting shed, where I waited for a taxi. I watched him drive off, so I was sure he didn’t follow me.Hugging my drawing notebook tightly, I took a deep breath and looked up at the tall building in front of me. This was my dream. And it was finally within reach. I was going to make sure I got it.Once I gathered enough courage, I stepped inside. I went straight to the third floor, where the interview was supposed to be held. I immediately noticed a few women already seated in the waiting area. Like me, the nerves were written all over their faces. They were also clutching their drawing notebooks.I slowly walked toward them and sat at the far end. While waiting, I couldn’t help but glance at the others. They were all dressed in formal wear. I suddenly felt a wave of insecurity wash over me. I was the only one wearing glasses, and my style w
Eloise’s POVI got up early and went about my day. I didn’t let myself dwell on what happened at the orphanage. So what if they were somehow connected? And besides, what we have—me and Sebastian—isn’t even real. So why should I care how he reacted? It’s not like he cares about me anyway. I needed to focus on myself.Today was my interview at Savarre Studio, the most popular fashion boutique in the city. It was owned by the renowned fashion designer, Ms. Avery Savarre
I couldn’t get that photo out of my head.Based on what I’d researched, Celeste had no real connection to Angel’s Orphanage. Yes, her family was the main sponsor—but she was never involved. It was always her parents who made appearances.And besides, it wasn’t in her nature to be around children.Earlier today, she even had her face completely covered—mask, sunglasses, the works—and she barely touched the kids. That was one of the reasons why I found myself getting more irritated with her.
Sebastian’s POV“We’re not even real.”I don’t know why those words keep replaying in my head. And worse, I don’t know why they’re bothering me this much. Celeste’s voice, her expression when she said that—like it hurt her more than she wanted to admit—won’t leave me alone.To be honest, I regret ignoring her explanation and choosing to check on Lucille instead.But can you blame me? I’ve known Lucille longer. I’ve seen her through so many phases of my life. I saw wha
I didn’t want to go back inside.Even after Marian returned to the other staff members and gave me a comforting smile, I couldn’t find it in me to follow her. I stood outside, by the side of the orphanage where the breeze could reach me, and leaned against the wall. I pressed my back on the cold cement, trying to calm the burning heat in my chest.I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling anymore.Was it frustration? Anger? Sadness?Maybe all of it.My face still felt warm from the sting of humiliation. Not because I was scolded in front of everyone—but because Sebastian didn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t ask what happened. He didn’t look at me the way a husband—even a fake one—should.He looked at me like I was a nuisance, like someone who had to be constantly watched and managed—a walking disaster.And all because of Lucille.She was too believable. If I hadn’t seen what really happened, I might’ve believed her too. The way she cried. The way she clung to Sebastia
“What the hell are you doing, Celeste?!” Sebastian snapped, his voice sharp with anger.I winced. His grip on my arm was so tight it hurt.“W-What?”He smirked coldly. “What? Why did you push Lucille?!”My mouth fell open. When I looked at Lucille, she was still on the floor, crying. That’s when it hit me—Sebastian thought I had pushed her on purpose.I frowned and tried to pull my arm away from his hold.“I didn’t push her! I was just trying to pull her away from—”“P-Please, Sebastian!” Lucille suddenly interrupted, making us both turn toward her. &ld
I could barely move properly while trying to entertain the kids. They kept tugging at my mask and sunglasses, curious. Add to that Sebastian’s sharp glares, and it was impossible to relax.I didn’t understand why he seemed so mad at me.“Mrs. Whitmore, can you read this to me?” asked one of the kids. It was Jasmine. I knew her well—I was the one who found her when she was left at the orphanage’s doorstep as a three-month-old baby. Now she was five.She was so young when the first orphanage burned down.I looked at the storybook she was holding. It was about a princess kidnapped by a witch on her first birthday.I hesitated to take it. I’d been trying not to speak too much—if they heard my voice, they might recognize me.“Please, Mrs. Whitmore!” added Bea, who was eight.I exhaled deeply. When it came to them, I just couldn’t say no.I smiled, even though they couldn’t see it. I was about to take the storybook when someone else reached for it first.“Let me do it for you, kids!”I turn
I adjusted my thick, black-rimmed glasses, squinting to get a clearer view of the woman speaking on stage. Catching my reflection in the glass wall beside me, the striking similarity between us couldn't have been more obvious. That was what they always made sure I remembered.Even though a few people still complimented me, despite my simple, casual dress at this grand event, I could never believe I’d ever stand out the way she did. And honestly? I didn’t want to outshine the woman of the hour.“Thank you all for coming to my event,” Celeste Everhart, my sister, said, adopted sister to be exact. Her sweet, melodic voice echoing through the grand hall.I smiled a bit. I’ve always adored her voice — soft, confident, and charming. Everything about Celeste was captivating. She exuded confidence and grace that people couldn’t help but love.That I can never do or be. So, I silently support her from the side. “Tonight marks the start of something new in my life. I want to thank my father, ...
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