Violet, a washed-up background actress, struck up an exorbitant but very dicey offer: she would pose as Clyde West's lost sister so her dying father could see his last hope. This lie brings her the lifestyle she has never experienced, but at the same time, it puts her under the whirlpool of deceit, family fights, and manipulation.
View MoreViolet’s POVThe tension in the West estate seemed to ease after the explosive family meeting, but Violet couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace was temporary. Tony’s parting words echoed in her mind like a warning, but Clyde remained calm, his unwavering confidence both reassuring and intimidating.Days passed, and weeks started to go by; quite naturally, Violet took on her role as Clyde's sister-a role she never thought she would be able to accept so easily. Yet, the more time she spent with him, the harder it became to ignore the growing connection between them-one that had nothing to do with their fabricated sibling bond.One evening, Clyde invited her to a gala the West family would host to raise funds for their charity organization. "It's vital that you're there," he told her, thrusting a beautiful navy blue gown in her direction.Violet hesitated, looking a little fearful. "I don't think I am ready for this. What if anyone asks questions I can't answer?"Clyde smiled blandly
Chapter 7: Shadows of BetrayalViolet's POVThe West estate had grown eerily silent in the past few days, but Violet could feel the storm brewing. Clyde's insistence that she remain calm despite Tony, Sharon, and Eva's scheming was wearing thin. The weight of the lies they were both carrying had turned into a ticking time bomb, and Violet knew it was only a matter of time before it all exploded.She sat on the patio overlooking the expansive gardens and sipped tea, feigning to read a book. Clyde had gone to the hospital to visit his father, leaving her alone to fend off Sharon and Eva's thinly veiled insults. Yet, it wasn't Sharon or Eva that was the biggest of her worries; it was Tony.Tony was relentless, his hatred for her new life blinding him. Every interaction with him left her uneasy, like he knew something she didn't.As night fell, Violet made her way down the grand staircase to dinner when she heard muffled voices in the parlor. She drew closer and felt her heart race with t
The moment after Clyde had made the announcement publicly, the tension within the office had been unendurable. I could feel the employees' gaze at me while I walked down the hall, their whispers cloaked. It wasn't just my suddenly revealed identity that had captured the attention of all of them; it was the aftermath.The very next morning, Tony was called into Clyde's office. Though I wasn't privy to the conversation, the aftermath was loud enough for the entire floor to hear. "You can't do this to me!" Tony's voice thundered from behind the closed door. "I've been loyal to this company!Clyde's calm, measured reply cut through Tony's tirade. "Loyalty is not about coming to work, Tony; it's about respect, and you clearly lack that. Security will escort you out.The door sprang open a minute later and out stormed Tony, his face beet-red with rage. His poor fiancée trailed after him, her face bright red with embarrassment. I kept my head down, pretending interest in the folder that Cl
The morning air was cool as I entered the towering glass building that housed the West family company. My heart raced as I crossed the threshold, my heels clicking against the polished marble floors. This was my first day at the company, and despite Clyde's reassurances, I felt like a fraud.The receptionist, a friendly middling woman in her forties, motioned me toward the elevator. "Good luck, Ms. West," she said with a bright smile. Her words caught me off guard. I wasn't used to being called "Ms. West."I took a deep breath as the elevator doors closed, propelling me upward to the executive floor. When the doors opened, the first face I saw was one I never wanted to see again: Tony.He stood in the hall, his arm wrapped around a woman dressed in designer clothing; her purse, full of diamonds, hung off her wrist. She looked like she had just stepped off a runway, nose turned up like she owned the place.Tony's eyes widened when he saw me, his expression flickering between shock and
The West estate was a sight to behold. With its sprawling mansion supported by grand marble columns, its perfectly manicured lawns seemed like the front cover of a luxury lifestyle magazine. Yet, for all its beauty, it felt cold and unwelcoming—a place where secrets festered and power plays thrived.A week had passed, and I had grown accustomed to this strange new world. It was another day, another trial. The constant glaring by Sharon and Eva followed me everywhere, and the staff tippy-toed their way, not exactly knowing whether I was an enemy or friend. Clyde was focused, though. He wanted something, and I knew just how to get it for him.This morning was no different, either. I sat in that fancy drawing room, sipping tea from a china cup that most likely cost more than a year's rent. Clyde came in; a folder was in his hand. His suit, obviously tailored, fit him as if it was made for some sort of royalty, his expression unreadable as usual. "Good morning, Violet," he said, taking a
The room grew colder the moment the door swung open, revealing a woman who exuded an air of superiority. Her sharp features were accentuated by a scornful smile, and her gaze darted around the room before settling on Clyde. Beside her stood a younger woman—her daughter, I presumed—who mirrored her icy demeanor."Clyde," the older woman spat, her words dripping with malice. "Where in the name of all that's holy did you dig this 'sister' up from?" Clyde drew up straight, his face tightening. "Sharon. Eva." His tone was clipped as his jaw clenched. "This isn't the time or place for your antics.""Oh, but it is," Sharon said, stepping further into the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. "I see what you're doing, Clyde. You think by dragging some random girl here and calling her your sister, you'll secure the highest share of the inheritance. But let me tell you something—it's not going to happen."Her words seemed to hang in the air like a slap, and I instinctively stiffene
The next morning arrived before I had even blinked. I practically hadn't slept, my head racing in circles, trying to wrack my head around what I'd just agreed to. Who fakes being a missing sister? But a million dollars a day? That kind of money could change everything-my debts, my career, my future.When Clyde came to my small apartment to collect me, his demeanor was as cool and calm as it had been the previous night. In a tailored suit with a glossy finish, he seemed even more out of place in my slum neighborhood. "You ready?" he asked when I opened the door. I nodded, grasping my small bag. "As ready as I'll ever be.The drive to the hospital was in silence, interrupted only by the soft hum of the car's engine. Clyde didn't say anything much and I did not press. I was too busy rehearsing what I'd say, how I'd act, how I would convince a dying man I am his missing daughter.The hospital loomed large and imposing upon our arrival. The sterile white walls overwhelmed me, and the fai
The bar stank of stale beer and cheap cologne, a mix as nauseating as the nerves twisting my stomach. I sat at the corner booth, my knees bouncing under the table. My boyfriend Tony had called me earlier that night and been pretty cryptic about why he wanted to meet here tonight, but something in his tone told me it wasn't good. The dark light of the bar shaded across his smug grin as he slipped into the seat opposite me, far too pleased with himself. "Violet," Tony began without embellishments of any sort. His voice was cold, detached. "We need to talk." A wave of dread washed over me. "Talk about what?Tony leaned back, adjusting the cuff of his designer shirt—a shirt I'd bought him as a birthday gift. "I got a new job," he said, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction. "That's great," I said cautiously. "What's the job?""It's at an upscale firm," he said, articulating "upscale" in a way that suggested I wouldn't know what that means. "I'm moving up in the world, Violet, and."
The bar stank of stale beer and cheap cologne, a mix as nauseating as the nerves twisting my stomach. I sat at the corner booth, my knees bouncing under the table. My boyfriend Tony had called me earlier that night and been pretty cryptic about why he wanted to meet here tonight, but something in his tone told me it wasn't good. The dark light of the bar shaded across his smug grin as he slipped into the seat opposite me, far too pleased with himself. "Violet," Tony began without embellishments of any sort. His voice was cold, detached. "We need to talk." A wave of dread washed over me. "Talk about what?Tony leaned back, adjusting the cuff of his designer shirt—a shirt I'd bought him as a birthday gift. "I got a new job," he said, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction. "That's great," I said cautiously. "What's the job?""It's at an upscale firm," he said, articulating "upscale" in a way that suggested I wouldn't know what that means. "I'm moving up in the world, Violet, and."...
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