Dante and I have been married for three years. But he never knew my real name. We’d had countless arguments over the past three years—over the petty details of everyday life. I can no longer tolerate such a ridiculous life like a puppet today. Calliope, that’s what he called me, but it was actually my twin sister’s name. My husband may never know that the woman who married him three years ago was a substitute bride. Three years ago, my sister abandoned us and left before the wedding with her lover. To prevent the anger of the Laurent’s, my family had no choice but to let me marry Dante instead of my sister. My phone rang again and again, I finally picked it up. "Throwing another tantrum, are you? Calliope, tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?" I knew Calliope could always get her way through her sweet voice and innocent smiles. She can be an obedient and perfect wife—something I could never manage. "Dante. I’m not joking.” I didn't know if my voice sounded a little sad. "You can’t be serious—" For the first time, I heard a tremor in the man's words. He doesn't love me. He likes to be in control. When he realized that his puppet was losing control, he began to panic. It's time for this farce to end. I clenched my phone and spoke to the man on the other end in the calmest voice of my life. "Dante, let's get a divorce." But what shocked me more than hearing Dante's answer was the person who suddenly appeared in front of me. Calliope, my twin sister, who disappeared for the whole three years. “Are you crazy? Why on earth would you want a divorce? That's Dante Laurent, a billionaire heir, every woman's dream!” “Calliope? Our parents and I all thought you would never show up again. I entered this wrong marriage because of your escape. Dante... he’s not that a husband out of your dreams.” “Seraphina, put away your ridiculous niceness and compassion. I have returned this time to take back what is MINE and my place.” She lifted my hand with a sneer and removed the wedding ring from my finger.
View MoreSeraphina’s POVIt was the summer of jasmine and glass.The windows of the CHIHIRO flagship store shimmered under the golden Florence sun, etched with the elegant strokes of our newest fragrance—HER. The name had once been a whisper of a memory, a secret I poured into amber bottles. Now, it was a statement, a reclamation.HER had become a global phenomenon, sold out in Paris, worshipped in Tokyo, and dissected in New York editorials. Critics called it a perfume born of pain and persistence. Maybe they were right. Now me and my team are working on our next launch, Renaissance—that will hold soft and elegant notes for every fighter, who started afresh. Just like me. But this time, I wasn't running errands to collaborate with any company for the launch, I was doing it all independently.I stood on the rooftop of our Florence office, overlooking the Duomo, my fingers curled around a glass of chilled rosé. The same roof where we once watched the sunset during our college days—when dreams w
Everett’s POVLove isn’t always loud. Sometimes it sits in silence, right beside you, quietly hoping you’ll be seen. That’s how it had always been between Seraphina and me.I watched her from the other side of the penthouse lounge, where she stood bathed in early morning light, speaking softly on the phone. Her voice was low, concerned. Probably discussing the fallout from Calliope’s arrest, or maybe the private investigators still searching for Drusen.She didn’t notice me watching. She never really did—not in the way I had once dreamed she would.I’d known her since we were kids. I was the boy who held her books, who chased away her nightmares, who stayed when everyone else left. I loved her long before she ever looked at Dante Laurent. But when she did look at him—God, the way she looked at him—it was like gravity had shifted, and suddenly I was the outsider.I had always thought time would fix it. That Dante’s mistakes would turn her heart toward me. And for a while, when she lef
Seraphina’s POVThe flashing lights of the police cars painted the night in red and blue, like the world had been sliced open and left bleeding.I stood just outside CHIHIRO’s glass doors, heart pounding as the building buzzed with tension. Officers moved inside with urgency. Crime scene tape stretched across the lobby.And there, handcuffed and fuming, was Calliope.“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked at one of the officers, struggling against their grip. Her perfect hair was a mess, mascara streaking down her face. “You don’t understand! I was framed!”But no one believed her. Not this time.Earlier that night, CHIHIRO’s alarm had blared through the empty halls. I had rushed over, heart slamming in my chest, only to find shattered glass and scattered product samples. My sanctuary was vandalized.Calliope had finally snapped.Security footage showed her breaking in, frantic, almost unhinged. She’d smashed displays, tore files, and was frantically attempting to download proprietary data on
Dante’s POVCalliope's perfume still lingered in the hallway long after she slammed the door shut behind her.She was always dramatic like that. Storming in like she owned the place. Drenched in desperation and Chanel No. 5. Dressed to seduce, lying through perfectly red-painted lips.But this time, I didn’t flinch. This time, I saw her clearly—too clearly.I closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.The silence in the penthouse was deafening.I walked over to the minibar and poured myself a drink—neat bourbon. The sting felt earned.Drusen. That bastard. The minute my legal team uncovered his connection to the tampering of CHIHIRO’s rig, I knew there was more rot buried underneath the surface. And surprise—he wasn’t just involved. He was the damn architect.An illegitimate Laurent. He wore the name like armor, but he was never cut from the same cloth. He clawed his way into the company with fake smiles and boardroom s
Calliope’s POVI threw the glass across the room. It shattered like my plans—beautiful in destruction, worthless in what it left behind. My phone buzzed again, Drusen’s name glowing across the screen like a threat."Answer me, Calliope. We need to talk. Now."I didn’t want to see him. Not now. Not ever. But I had to. I needed to be sure we weren’t being watched. That the little empire we built on lies and secrets hadn’t collapsed yet. So I grabbed my coat, slid into stilettos that felt like armor, and made my way to his apartment.He opened the door shirtless, smug. Like he hadn’t orchestrated the sabotage of my sister’s company. Like he wasn’t one wrong whisper away from a federal charge.“Where the hell have you been?” I demanded, shoving past him.Drusen shut the door and leaned against it. “Managing fallout. You know, cleaning up your mess.”“My mess?” I laughed bitterly. “You were the one who brought Owen into this. You were the one who planted the device under the rig!”He arch
Seraphina’s POVThe sky outside my office window churned with storm clouds, a mirror to the chaos brewing in my chest. The file from Vanya’s security team still lay open on the glass table in front of me, the grainy photo of Owen—the man from Calliope’s past—burning into my memory like a curse.I shut the folder and drew in a breath, pressing my palms flat against the cool surface of the table. My company couldn’t see this unravel me. CHIHIRO had fought too hard to rise. I couldn’t let scandal pollute the fragrance we’d spent years perfecting. I couldn’t let anyone know that my own bloodline was poisoning the roots.So I stood, spine straight, chin high, and walked out to the production floor.“Postpone the press release,” I told Mira, my head of communications. “We’re revising our statement.”She blinked, surprised. “Is something wrong?”“No,” I said, too quickly. “Just perfectionism.”The lie tasted bitter, but it did the job.Back in my office, Dante waited. He stood by the window
Seraphina’s POVThe rain came early. A thin veil brushing over my windows like whispered warnings.I stood in the center of my living room, the scent of lavender incense wafting around me, trying—failing—to calm the war inside my chest. CHIHIRO Studio had weathered storms before. We had stood against market crashes, supplier betrayals, aggressive takeovers. But this... this was personal.The envelope still sat on my coffee table, opened and crumpled slightly from how tightly I'd held it last night. He's coming.It kept me up. It had bled into every decision I made this morning. Into every email I wrote. Every PR strategy I reworded.I didn’t tell Everett. He had given me the space I asked for. The silence between us wasn’t cold—it was reverent. I knew he loved me. And I loved him too, just not in the way he wanted. Not in the way that could match the ache behind his eyes every time he looked at me and tried to smile.I needed answers. Closure. Peace. Something I could only get from t
Seraphina’s POVI hadn’t slept.My phone buzzed with unanswered calls. Notifications stacked like a digital scream. Media outlets wanted statements. Answers about the incident. About my relation with Dante. Gossip blogs were already feeding off the scent of scandal. One article speculated a "secret rivalry" between CHIHIRO and Vanya. Another questioned my loyalty to the brand I had built from scratch.All because of a single shout in the dark.And the incident.And Dante.His face had burned itself into the back of my eyes the moment he caught the falling rig. The moment he looked at me like I was a ghost.Calliope.I could still hear the name on his lips.Wrong name. Wrong woman. But the right pain.Everett had driven me home in silence. He hadn’t pried. He never did. He sat beside me like a monument to patience, though I could feel the turmoil in him with every glance he stole. He loved me. He had always loved me, quietly, devotedly. And I—I couldn’t give him anything more than fr
Dante’s POVI stood in the middle of a storm I hadn't seen coming.She was supposed to be my wife. But if she was Calliope, why didn’t she even mention her perfume business in years.Suddenly a memory flashed before my eyes. The day Calliope cooked expired sardines for me. She was talking to someone about some perfume. Mentioning how she wanted a chemical free soft fragrance. It was the day she left the divorce papers on the table that I never signed. I had to coax her back home from the restaurant where she was waiting in a golden revenge dress. She hadn’t been the same since then. And her choice in perfume had changed terribly. The girl with eyes full of quiet fire and hands that had once pulled me back from the edge of unconsciousness–Calliope wasn't that same girl anymore. But the girl I’m just seeing now, Seraphina, why do I feel that it was her? Something is wrong—no, everything is wrong.The girl whose name had haunted me for years—and now stood right in front of me.Seraphina,
Seraphina’s POV “What is this? Expired canned sardines?” Dante’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusing.My heart skipped a beat.“Calliope, you’ve been married to me for three years, and you still don’t know I’m allergic to nuts and seafood? Tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?”Dante, my husband, dressed in a tailored English suit, sat at the jasmine-covered dining table, looking as commanding as ever. He never allowed anyone to contradict him—not even me, his wife.I froze, my fingers gripping the edge of my apron as if it could shield me from the storm boiling in front of me.“Dante, it was just—a mistake. I'm sorry, I—” I started, my tone careful, almost pleading, but he cut me off before I could explain.“Just a mistake?” he sneered. “No, Calliope, it’s neglect. Carelessness. I come home after a long day, and this is what you serve me?”His voice carried the cold authority of a boss berating an incompetent employee.“It’s not j...
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