XANDER’S POVI groaned as his men surrounded me, their hands clenched and ready to strike. I didn't have much fight left in me and my body still pained me from the constant blows they had already delivered. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth but I kept my head high. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream or beg. I was going to make sure they did not get that from me no matter how hard they tried. One of them swung hard, his hands connecting with my ribs. The pain shot through me but I bit down on my lip, refusing to make a sound. I was going through hell but I had already made up my mind to go through hell silently. My mind wasn't in pain anyway. It was on Adeline as I kept thinking about her, how she wouldn't know what was happening to me. She thought I was still in Manhattan. She had no idea I was here in Washington, tied up and being beaten within an inch of my life. It was not long before the men got desperate and started to beat me harder. They
MATT’S POVI looked at myself in the mirror again, adjusting the suit jacket. The reflection staring back at me was still shocking even after all this while. I had spent so much time studying his face, his mannerisms, the way he spoke but now seeing it up close, seeing 'myself' as him- it was surreal. Everything had gone smoothly so far as no one had suspected anything at his office and that failed me with Confidence. Now I was going to step into his personal life. I had no idea what to expect. What was waiting for me at his house? Did he have family there? Friends? I run my hand through my hair, mimicking the way I had seen Xander do it 100 times. I whispered to myself that this was the moment and it was so hard to push down the feeling of excitement that was already rising in my chest. I was living the life I had always wanted and there was no going back from this. I got in a car and decided to travel to his family home first but when I got there, there was nobody present. The wh
MATT’S POVI found it strange that Xander had a sister because in all the time I had been studying him, there is no mention of this moment and it's confused me so much because I didn't know how to behave around her. Because it was certain that she knew things about him that I didn't and it could blow my cover. That was the last thing I wanted to happen anytime soon so I had to improvise if things got awkward. I did not like the thought of that even though it was going to happen surely. But maybe I just had to try, that was the only way that I will be able to know more things about him without her noticing a damn thing. The way she called me brother so casually told me that I couldn't risk raising any form of suspicion so I just had to play along like I always did. But I was still worried because there was not a certain chance I would be able to do everything with her without her not finding out something was wrong. What if she found out I was an Impostor? What if? Thousands of ques
FLORAL’S POVAs soon as we got home, I knew I had to act fast. The dinner had been too strange, and I couldn't ignore the aging feeling in my chest. Whoever that man was, he wasn't Xander. But I couldn't let him find out yet. I had to be very discreet and very clever, else my cover would be blown, just like his. I glared at him as we stepped through the door. He looked relieved, like he was glad to be back. Mrs. Devon, our housekeeper, was waiting in the hallway, a smile on her face. "How was dinner?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Did you two have fun?" The Impostor immediately excused himself. "I'm tired," he said quickly, avoiding Mrs. Devon’s gaze. "Long day. I'll head up to bed." He didn't even wait for her to respond, just turned and walked towards the stairs. I watched him go, my suspicions deepening. Mrs. Devon raised an eyebrow, turning to me. "He seemed... different to just, didn’t he? What's going on with him?" She asked. I forced a smile, not wantin
MATT’S POVI closed the door quietly behind me, my eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway. Something wasn't right. I could feel it,like an inch under my skin. I stepped out of the room and my footsteps were light on the carpeted floor. As I moved further down the hall, I saw a shadow slipping around the corner. My heart jumped but I immediately willed myself to be calm. Not calming down was going to be the bane of this mission. It was only going to end up making things worse and I didn't want that at all. I paused for a moment and my heart beat faster even as I tried to calm myself down and not do anything that would give myself out right now. Who could it be at this hour? My first thought was Floral, but what would she be doing sneaking around? I tried to answer the question but I couldn't think of anything. She didn't know anything about the real me so there was no reason for her to be here else she had other agendas I didn't know about. But she wasn't the type to do such a thing. Sh
MATT’S POV***I couldn't stop thinking about Floral’s words last night. They kept gnawing at me no matter how hard I tried to push them away. It seemed just impossible but I couldn't handle the prospect of entertaining those thoughts. They were all too much for me. She wanted to take over the Devon family company? That didn't sit right with me. I wondered if she was really Xander’s sister at all or if this whole thing was mixed up. What if something had happened along the way? What if there was something I was missing, vital information. I shook my head, not liking where this whole thing was going.Something about her didn't add up. But as much as I was curious, I reminded myself that it wasn't my business. The way she had sounded so conniving, so sure of what she was doing, told me that she had been in the game for a long time. Did Xander know what kind of person his sister was? Her innocent exterior was surely going to mislead a lot of.people into thinking that she was some sort of
SASHA’S POV***It was strange how quickly life in prison became normal. You'd think it would always feel foreign, cold, and hard, but it doesn't. I guessed that's what we humans do in a new environment, especially one that wasn't as welcoming as the prison. We adapt, we improvise and we overcome. When I first came in, I couldn't stop thinking about how I was going to escape. Many plans had been in my head the whole time even though I knew the chances of that happening was one in a billion. I was in a maximum security penitentiary and the place swarmed with guards who were constantly watching, excluding the walls that were too high. It wasn't until after a couple of weeks that I finally began to accept what was of me. I stopped noticing the green walks, the heavy iron doors, the guards watching you like hawks. You adjust. You adapt. I've adapted. At first, I hated it. I fought it. Cried myself to sleep every night. But over time, something changed. Now, I've even found my place here.
TRISTAN’S POV***I leaned back in the worn leather chair, filling the cold breeze from the open window. The view from my hidden home was just peaceful and that was just the way that I liked it. It was even better because no one knew I was here, not even authorities and not even Xander's family. Everything had worked out perfectly, even better than I expected. But I was the wanted man, that was for sure but nobody knew that I had a hand in the death of the guard who had stopped me while escaping that night. Everyone thought it was one of the prisoners who was already in court facing felony charges. I did not believe it when the assassin had told me that there would be people who wouldn't mind going to prison as long as they were getting paid for it. All I needed was time for all these to be over and then I would come out and take care of everything I had always wanted to do. Not even my own father knew that I was here. I couldn't risk giving out my whereabouts to anybody because they