Early that afternoon, rain pattered softly against the window, the rhythm echoing the pounding of Samira Wiley’s heart. She stood by the counter of the boutique in Brookside City, rearranging an already perfect display of silk scarves. The routine was a welcome distraction from her thoughts. Her reflection in the glass revealed a young woman of twenty-two, with tired eyes but a determined spirit. Life had not been kind, but she had persevered.
Samira’s thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of the door chime. She turned to see her childhood friend, Delly Thompson, striding in with her usual flair. Delly, the embodiment of charisma and confidence, drew eyes wherever she went. Her glossy, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald green dress clung to her figure like a second skin. Delly had been adopted from the orphanage at sixteen, thrust into a life of luxury and socialite events, while Samira remained behind, working to support the orphanage that had been their home. “Samira!” Delly’s voice was a mixture of excitement and urgency as she rushed to her friend’s side. “I need a favor. A big one.” Samira sighed, half-amused, half-exasperated. “What is it this time, Delly?” Delly leaned in, her eyes wide with desperation. “Please, just do me this favor. It’s important.” Before Samira could respond, Delly launched into her explanation, words tumbling over each other in a rush. “The patron from the orphanage and my father have set me up on a blind date. But I can’t go. I have this thing— Samira raised an eyebrow. “Another socialite event?” Delly winced. “Yes, but it’s more than that. This date... it’s with someone really influential. If I mess this up, it could ruin my reputation. And you know how much I love my reputation.” “So, you want me to go and pretend to be you?” Samira crossed her arms, a skeptical look on her face. Delly nodded vigorously. “Yes! We look so much alike. Same height, same figure, same skin color. You just need to go there and make a bad impression. It’ll be easy. Please, Samira. Just this once.” Samira hesitated. She glanced around the boutique, her safe haven, and then back at Delly. The thought of stepping into Delly’s world, even for a night, filled her with dread. But Delly was her friend, her sister in all but blood, and they had promised each other to always help out. “Fine,” Samira said, the word feeling heavy on her tongue. “I’ll do it. But only because it’s you asking.” Delly’s face lit up with relief. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re a lifesaver!” As they were about to leave, Samira remembered something. “If I had you right, I’m supposed to meet this date in another city?” “I know about all your worries. You’re worried about your work.” Samira nodded. Her friend knew her too well. “Don’t worry about that,” Delly patted her back. “I’ll cover for you for one week.” After they had agreed, Samira asked for a leave from her manager. As they left the boutique together, the rain outside seemed to have intensified. They shared an umbrella, huddling close like they had done so many times before in the orphanage. Memories of their shared childhood flooded back—sneaking into the kitchen for midnight snacks, plotting mischievous pranks, and dreaming of a brighter future. The orphanage had been their entire world, a place of safety and shared dreams. Delly’s adoption had been a bittersweet moment. Samira had been happy for her friend, but the separation had left a void. They had stayed in touch, but their lives had taken such different paths. Arriving at Delly’s apartment, Samira was struck by the opulence, even though it was not the first or the second time she had visited her friend’s apartment. Chandeliers glittered from the ceiling, and plush furniture filled the space with the same effect it had on her the very first day. It was a stark contrast to the modest room she rented near the boutique. Delly wasted no time in transforming Samira. She styled her hair, applied makeup with practiced precision, and dressed her in one of her own expensive outfits. When Samira looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She saw Delly’s reflection staring back at her. “You look perfect,” Delly said, her voice tinged with satisfaction. “Remember, just make a bad impression. Be rude, uninterested. It’ll be over before you know it.” Samira nodded, though nerves fluttered in her stomach. “I’ve got this.” With one last hug, Delly sent Samira off to the airport. Samira’s heart pounded as she stepped into the entrance gate. The driver had mistaken her for Delly without a second glance. Samira couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into something far more complicated than a simple favor. The airport was a glittering establishment, all polished tiles and soft lighting. Samira’s palms were sweaty as she walked in, scanning the vast area. It was her first time in the airport. Samira’s hands trembled as she clutched the strap of her handbag, standing at the entrance of Brookside International Airport. She had never set foot in an airport before, let alone traveled anywhere beyond the borders of her city. The sheer magnitude of the bustling terminal left her wide-eyed and slightly breathless. The air was filled with a cacophony of sounds—announcements crackling over the intercom, the chatter of travelers, and the rumble of rolling suitcases. People rushed past her in a blur, each on their own journey, and Samira felt a pang of anxiety as she took it all in. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The cool, conditioned air felt different, almost surreal against her skin. The airport was a symphony of motion and light, with sleek, modern architecture that gleamed under the artificial glow. High glass ceilings allowed the daylight to pour in, casting long, angular shadows across the polished floors. Samira’s eyes darted around, taking in the sights with a mix of wonder and trepidation. Giant digital screens displayed flight information, the names of cities she had only read about. For a moment, she was transported into a world of possibilities, imagining herself stepping onto a plane and embarking on an adventure. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp nudge from Delly, who had accompanied her to ensure everything went smoothly. “Samira, stay focused. We need to check in.” Delly’s presence was a comfort, grounding Samira in the midst of the overwhelming chaos. Delly looked as composed as ever, her confidence radiating through her every move. She guided Samira through the process, showing her how to navigate the automated check-in kiosks and print her boarding pass. As they approached the security checkpoint, Samira’s heart began to race again. The uniformed officers and metal detectors seemed intimidating, a reminder of the unfamiliarity of this world. She followed Delly’s lead, slipping off her shoes and placing her belongings into plastic bins. When it was her turn to pass through the metal detector, Samira felt a flutter of nerves. She stepped forward, holding her breath as she walked through the arch. A brief moment of silence, then a loud beep. Panic surged through her, but the officer waved her aside with practiced calmness. “Just a random check, miss. Nothing to worry about,” the officer said, running a handheld scanner over her. Samira nodded, trying to smile, though her hands were clammy with sweat. Once they were through security, Delly led Samira to the departure lounge. The lounge was a hive of activity, with travelers sprawled in chairs, sipping coffee, or staring at their phones. Samira sank into a seat, her legs feeling wobbly from the whirlwind of emotions. Delly handed her a bottle of water. “You did great, Samira. It’s always nerve-wracking the first time.” Samira nodded, unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink. The cool water soothed her dry throat. “Thanks, Delly. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Delly smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just wait until you get on the plane. That’s when the real adventure begins.” As they waited for the boarding call, Samira allowed herself to relax a little. She watched the planes taxiing on the tarmac, their sleek bodies glinting in the sunlight. The sight stirred a mixture of excitement and fear within her. This journey was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a leap into the unknown. The boarding announcement finally came, and Samira’s stomach fluttered with anticipation. She followed Delly to the gate, handing over her boarding pass and passport. As she stepped onto the jet bridge, a rush of exhilaration washed over her. This was her first flight, her first step into a larger world. Settling into her seat, Samira gazed out the window. The plane began to taxi, and she felt the engines roar to life beneath her. She gripped the armrests, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. As the plane lifted off the ground, Samira’s breath caught in her throat. She watched the cityscape shrink below her, the familiar streets and buildings becoming tiny dots in the distance. For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of liberation, a thrill of adventure that she had never known.New Jersey City Clothed in one of Delly's expensive dresses, Samira walked out of the airport. She still couldn't believe that she was in this kind of situation, acting like a winning actress of the year, taking on the role of Delly. Just yesterday, she was in the boutique attending to customers, and now here she was, in another city, far from home. The whole thing began to feel scary, and she was deciding whether to leave or stay when a man dressed in black approached her. "You must be Miss Delly?" the man asked. She nodded. "I am Mike, head of the security team to Mr. Rays, your fiancé. I have been ordered to accompany you to the hotel," Mike said, showing her a card to verify his statement. She followed him and got into the Mercedes he had driven to the airport. In the car, she took off her glasses and stared at the city of Brookside. All her life, she had lived in one place. She never had the time or money to travel, but now here she was, doing just that. She smiled to
Together they walked into the restaurant, it was located at the far end of the city, near a lake, the atmosphere was cool, no wonder he'd chosen that place as there first date place, and as soon as he entered, two waiters quickly approached, guiding them to their table. "Let me take your coat, Miss," one of the waiters said. Knowing the daring dress she wore underneath, she hesitated to give it to him. She was about to refuse when she noticed a man at a nearby table staring at her. With an idea forming, she decided to take off the coat, challenging Chris with her gaze. From her periphery, she saw the man lustfully eyeing her body. Smiling to herself, she thought her third act would surely work. As she sat down, she noticed Ray's eyes fixated on her cleavage. Trying to act nonchalant, she picked up the menu and pretended to peruse it. Why is he staring at me like that? Does he really want to marry me? she wondered, finally choosing a dish. "Did you wear this dress for me?" he a
When they were about to arrive at the Grand Hotel, Samira was still lost in the kiss. It wasn’t until Ray announced their almost arrival that she snapped back to reality, immediately feeling a surge of panic and anger. She remembered she wasn't the real Delly and couldn't have kissed him back. "Didn't you do all of this to tease me?" he asked for the second time, and Samira stared at him in silence. Her mission to do things that men hate and make him dislike her hadn't worked. Instead, it only seemed to make him more determined to marry her. When she took too long to answer, he took hold of her hand, trying to pull her into his arms again. She pushed him away forcefully. "I'm not teasing you, nor am I trying to turn you on. I'm actually hoping for the opposite," she yelled at him. "Opposite being?" he prompted, clearly enjoying the confrontation. "That you cancel this whole marriage nonsense! I don't want to marry you," she retorted, her frustration boiling over. Instead
IN THE AFTERNOON~ Dressed in a modest black knee-length dress, Samira walked down the stairs. She hoped her conservative outfit would make Chris think twice about pursuing her. As she was about to leave, Mike stopped her. "You look lovely," he commented. "Lovely enough to make your boss lose interest in me," she replied, half-jokingly. "Why? Didn't you like going out with him last night?" he queried. "I didn't, and I want to put an end to this. I don't like your boss, Mike. He frightens me," Samira confessed, sharing her own feelings rather than what Delly would have said. Mike, looking at her seriously, she had spoken matter-of-fact. "You can't call it off with the boss. You've got to make it work with him." "Why? Why can't I call it off with him? Just what are you keeping from me?" Samira asked, her curiosity piqued. Mike was about to reply when Delly called her. Mike collected her things and took them to the car while she followed. She noticed the manager staring at her
After finishing her call with Delly, Samira returned to the kitchen, determined to focus on cooking and clear her mind. She was just reaching for the spices when Ray walked in, his presence filling the room with an unmistakable tension. His steps were light, but his intent was clear as he moved closer, trapping her between the island and his towering frame.For a moment, Samira thought he might kiss her, her heart racing at the mere thought. Instead, Ray planted his hands on either side of her, leaning in just enough to make her breath catch, but keeping a teasing distance. His eyes danced with mischief as he whispered, "Don’t worry, I won’t be kissing you just yet. I know you’re about to show me how wild you can really be."Samira could feel the heat creeping up her cheeks. She turned quickly back to her cooking, hoping to hide her embarrassment. “You deserve to find out, the sooner the better,” she shot back, trying to sound confident, though her heart was still pounding.Ray leaned
The next morning, Samira woke up with a sense of dread lingering over her. She had barely managed to rest after the confrontation with Chris the previous day. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a harsh light on her disheveled room. She reluctantly got out of bed and made her way to the living room, hoping for a moment of peace. Instead, she found Chris seated on the squashy sofa, clearly waiting for her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp with irritation. "We've got to talk," he said, his tone calm but firm. He stood up and reached for her hand, trying to steer her toward the door. She pulled away, glaring at him. "I thought I made myself clear to you yesterday," she said, crossing her arms defiantly. "You did, but I haven't made myself clear to you yet," he replied, his eyes narrowing. "And don't worry, I don't need permission to coerce you to go with me, because I can easily do just that." He reached out to touch her face, but she evaded h
After an endless confrontation with Ray, Samira decided to go back to the restroom, her mind recalling Jeff's words "Why don't you call her up and ask her about it? I would have loved to stay and chat, but I have something to do," Jeff said as he walked away, leaving Samira rooted to the ground. Still reeling from the revelation, Samira entered the restroom and immediately pulled out her phone to call Delly. There was no response. She couldn't believe she had been deceived. Delly couldn't have been so cruel as to allow her to come in her place only to betray her. Still shaking, she heard a knock on the restroom door. "Delly, are you in there? You're taking too long," Chris called, and she tried to calm herself, not wanting him to notice anything. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the restroom and stared at the man Delly was meant to marry. "You were taking too long in there," he told her crisply. "Can you do me a favor?" she asked, trembling as she tried to maintain h
**NEW JERSEY CITY** Samira stood in front of the vast mirror, staring at herself in her wedding dress. The dress was exquisite, a vision of delicate lace and shimmering beads that caught the light with every slight movement. The bodice fit her perfectly, cinching her waist before flowing into a full, billowing skirt. The train trailed behind her like a cascade of snow, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the room. Yet, despite the beauty of the gown, she felt like an imposter. This marriage, this life she was about to step into, felt absurd and unreal, like a twisted fairy tale she couldn't escape. Ever since her escape a month ago, Chris Rays had caught her in the worst way she'd never thought possible. **Flashback...** When Samira reached the airport, she was determined to go back to Brookside. She bought an air ticket and waited for her departure, her heart racing with each passing minute. But as she sat there, her resolve wavered. Doubt gnawed at her, and when she saw Mike
Ray sat motionless in the hospital chair, his body slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything in the ICU. Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange, disjointed intervals—he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, waiting. Waiting for news that would either break him or bring a small glimmer of hope. Samira had just undergone an emergency surgery as a last, desperate attempt to save her life. Ray had barely caught the doctor's words as they rushed her into the operating room, the sounds of alarms and the frantic shuffle of nurses ringing in his ears. It had all blurred together, becoming just another wave of horror in a day that already felt unbearable. He had spent the entirety of the surgery in a fog, pacing the narrow waiting area, replaying the events of the last few days in his mind. The scandal, the betrayal, his drunken mistake with Delly it al
Ray stepped out of Delly’s apartment, his head pounding from both the hangover and the crushing weight of what had just happened. His entire body ached with regret, guilt swirling in his chest like a storm ready to tear him apart. He couldn’t believe what he had allowed to happen, what he had done. The cold morning air did little to clear the fog in his mind, the realization of his mistake bearing down on him like a physical weight. As he hurried down the steps, pulling his phone from his jacket, Ray felt his heart race. The first person he thought of was Samira. Guilt knifed through him again as her face flashed in his mind—the woman he loved, the woman he had betrayed. He had to get home, had to find a way to fix this mess before it got any worse. But as soon as he unlocked his phone, a barrage of missed calls and notifications lit up the screen. His stomach lurched. Most of them were from Mike and several other business contacts, but one message stood out—the one from Samira's pa
Ray found himself sitting at a corner table in one of the most upscale restaurants in the city, nursing his third glass of scotch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The evening had started out as a routine business dinner, a gathering with potential investors to discuss a lucrative new deal. But after a few drinks, Ray couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his gut, the persistent reminder that something was deeply wrong at home. Samira had been distant for weeks now, almost like a stranger living in his house. He couldn’t get her to open up, couldn’t find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them. No matter what he said or how much he tried to reassure her, it always seemed like there was an invisible wall standing between them. The investors chatted on, laughing, their conversation buzzing around him like static. Ray’s mind, however, was elsewhere. The whiskey burned as he downed the last of his drink, and for a brief moment, he welcomed the warmth it brought. It was ea
The news about her and Ray hit the gossipy Media like a storm. Ray was a well-known figure in the business world, his every move was always scrutinized by the press. And now, after a long period of silence about his personal life, a major media outlet had somehow gotten wind of his marriage to Samira. The story was everywhere—headlines speculating about their relationship, photos of them together at romantic hotels, there were also wild rumors about family drama, and, of course, the inevitable speculation about when they would start a family since they were already married for over a year now. Samira hadn’t been prepared for any of it. She had left the house that evening to find her peace of mind because the house had felt kind of stuffy, she sat on the park bench, seeking some solitude. The cool breeze carried with it a fleeting sense of peace as she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world. For a moment, she felt distant from everything. But peace was a luxury she didn’t ge
The days after Elena’s departure felt like an eerie calm. Samira had managed to keep up her polite, dutiful wife routine while Elena was around, even engaging in brief touches and stolen kisses with Ray, all under Elena’s watchful eyes. It was like playing a role on a stage, a performance they both had to give. But now that Elena was gone, the façade crumbled. It started small. Samira found herself flinching when Ray reached for her hand at night, instinctively pulling away. She couldn’t even explain why it happened. His touch—once familiar, warm, and reassuring—now felt foreign, almost repulsive. Each time he tried to kiss her, she felt nothing, no flutter in her stomach, no soft warmth spreading across her chest like it used to. There was just… nothing. She would lie awake at night, Ray's arm draped across her waist, his breaths soft against her neck, and wonder when things had changed so much. There had been a time when his presence made her feel safe, cherished. Now, it was suff
Ray lay on his side of the bed that night, keeping a deliberate distance from Samira. The room was silent except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan turning slowly above them. The air between them felt heavier than it ever had, weighed down by unspoken words and lingering doubts. Samira could sense the tension in Ray's body, the way he kept his back to her, as if touching her might shatter the fragile peace they had managed to hold onto since that call. She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with the memory of Delly’s video and Ray’s promise that he had never lied to her. A part of her wanted to believe him, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw that look on his face in the video—comfortable, intimate, with Delly. It didn’t add up, but for now, Samira told herself to trust him, no matter how much it hurt to push the doubt aside. The days that followed were quiet. Ray left for work early and returned late, and although they shared meals together, the words between them w
Samira’s hands trembled as she set her phone down on the table, her mind swirling in a storm of confusion and betrayal. She had wanted to believe Ray, to hold onto the warmth of his proposal, the hope of a future filled with love and forgiveness. But now looking at Delly’s video, she felt like she was free-falling into a dark chasm, that made her unable to catch herself. The room she was currently in felt suffocating, She paced back and forth in the living room, as her footsteps echoed in the silence. Everything in her screamed for answers, for a confrontation, but at the same time, she feared what she might uncover if she pushed too hard. Finally, Samira sank down onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. How could Ray do this to her? Hadn’t they been through enough already? The short memories of their fights, their moments of reconciliation, the promises made—and broken—appeared to be just a farce. And now, just when she had started to believe in him again, to trust in their
Ray had always envisioned a grand proposal, one that would sweep Samira off her feet, leaving her breathless and undeniably sure that he was her forever. But as the plane descended back into the city, he realized that what mattered most wasn’t the grandeur, but the sincerity. Samira wasn’t the kind of woman who needed extravagant displays of love; she needed honesty, commitment, and a promise that he would be by her side, no matter how rocky the road got. When Ray finally made it back to their shared home, he found Samira sitting in the living room, lost in her thoughts. Her gaze was fixed out the window, and he couldn’t help but feel the sadness around her considering she'd just lost a competition and her job. But tonight, he was determined to change that. “Hey,” he said softly as he entered the room. Samira turned her head slightly but didn’t fully meet his eyes. “You’re back,” she said quietly, her tone neutral, revealing nothing of what she was feeling. Ray sat beside her on
As Samira pushed through the heavy glass doors of Joey's company, the cool breeze from outside kissed her flushed skin, offering a momentary reprieve from the heat bubbling inside her. Fired. She couldn't get that word out of her head. It echoed over and over, like a cruel joke that she couldn't escape. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her racing heart. But just as she was about to make her way to where she'd parked the new mountain bike she'd chosen to drive today, since the day she bought it with Ray's credit cards, her eyes landed on a familiar figure standing by the entrance—a tall, elegant woman with dark hair tied neatly into a bun. Her posture was regal, her gaze sharp, and her lips set in a soft, knowing smile. Elena. Ray's mother. Samira's chest tightened. Of all the people she wanted to avoid today, Elena ranked high on the list. But there was no turning back now. She forced a smile onto her face as she approach