DANIEL'S POV
The club was alive with energy, pulsating with the heavy beat of bass and the wild cheers of my men. Music blasted from the speakers, mixing with the thick scent of expensive whiskey, sweat, and cigarette smoke. Colored lights flashed across the room, illuminating the dancing bodies and the satisfied smirks of men who knew they had just pulled off something big. It was a night of celebration. The successful hijack of the drugs from the Dogs of Hell’s hideout had put us all in high spirits. We had taken what belonged to us— no, what I had claimed as mine. It wasn’t just about the drugs. It was about power. About making a statement. And tonight, my men were basking in that victory. Women draped themselves over the winners, their laughter cutting through the music. Drinks poured freely, expensive bottles cracked open as if money meant nothing. It was chaos, but it was my kind of chaos. I leaned back in my chair, watching the scene unfold before me with satisfaction. But even in this moment of triumph, my mind wasn’t at ease. Something felt… off. I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcus. Once. Twice. No answer. I frowned, tapping my fingers on the table impatiently. Marcus always answered. He knew better than to ignore my calls. I checked the time— late, but not too late for him to pick up. Was he asleep? Unlikely. Ignoring me? Possible. Either way, my gut told me something was wrong. I waved at two of my men, sharp-eyed guys I trusted to handle things without questions. "Go to Marcus’ house," I instructed, my voice low but firm. "Keep an eye on it. Make sure nothing is off." They nodded without hesitation and disappeared into the crowd. I didn’t take chances when it came to the people I cared about. Still, there was something else that gnawed at me, something that had been bothering me since my brief conversation with Angel. What he had said. The tone of his voice. "I’m sorry that you were arrested." I wasn’t. I had never been arrested. So why the hell would Angel say that? My instincts screamed that something wasn’t right. Could Gideon be playing a new game? Or was one of the Pillars of Earth pulling the strings behind my back? I needed answers. And I needed them fast. Later that night, as I lay flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind raced through endless possibilities. What the hell was going on? --- Morning came fast. I wasn’t the type to waste time on questions when I could go out and get answers. I decided to visit Marcus at his store. I wanted to check on him, see how he was doing. After all, we hadn’t spoken since last night. As my car pulled up in front of the small shop, one of my men stepped forward and opened the door for me. The moment I stepped out, I felt eyes on me. Marcus. He was standing a short distance away, watching me intently. The look on his face wasn’t one of fear, or even annoyance— it was relief. Like he had been waiting for me. I walked closer, my eyes locked on his. Before I could say a word, Marcus kissed me. I froze. What the hell? This was new. Marcus and I weren’t at that level. Sure, we were close, but not this close. His lips lingered for just a second too long before he pulled away, his hands gripping mine tightly. His hold was firm, almost desperate. "I'm sorry I left this morning without telling you," Marcus said softly, his voice filled with guilt. I stared at him, confused. What the fuck is he talking about? I should have pulled away, should have questioned him right then and there. But I didn’t. Instead, I smiled, playing along. "There’s no problem," I said smoothly. Marcus seemed to relax a little, but then his eyes moved— trailing up to my hair. His brows furrowed slightly as if something didn’t quite make sense to him. "Is there a problem?" I asked, keeping my voice casual. "Your hair looks longer," he said, tilting his head slightly. For a split second, I almost laughed. Now it made sense. "Oh, really?" I said, smirking. "Maybe you're just getting a clearer view." That was it. That was the proof I needed. Angel had been right. Someone who looked exactly like me was in this city. My imposter wasn’t just pretending to be me. He wanted my life. --- Marcus invited me inside, and I took a seat, pretending to be relaxed. But my thoughts were spinning. How was this possible? Who the hell was this other me? And what was his endgame? “Can I sleep over at your place again tonight?” I asked casually, watching Marcus’s reaction. His face lit up. “Sure, anything for you.” That confirmed it. Someone else had been staying with Marcus, pretending to be me. I observed the store as Marcus attended to his customers. It was always busy, filled with different kinds of people. But today, something felt different. The customers feared me. I saw it in their eyes— the hesitation, the way they avoided looking at me directly. It wasn’t new for people to fear me. I wasn’t exactly known for my kindness. I was a drug dealer, a high-level criminal in Hell's Kitchen. My presence alone was enough to make people nervous. But this was different. The fear in their eyes wasn’t just out of respect or intimidation. It was like I had done something. Something worse than usual. My presence was bad for business. If I stayed any longer, Marcus would start losing money. I stood up. "I’m leaving." Marcus looked disappointed. "So soon?" "Yeah," I said, glancing around. "My staying here is affecting a lot. I know you can see it." Marcus sighed but nodded. We hugged briefly before I turned to leave. Just as I reached the door, his voice stopped me cold. "Should I prepare your favorite tonight?" I froze. Slowly, I turned to look at him. "My… my favorite?" "Yeah," Marcus smiled. "Spaghetti with fried chicken." My blood ran cold. I had never told Marcus what my favorite food was. Who the hell was feeding him this information? This wasn’t a random coincidence. This wasn’t a mistake. This was a game. And whoever this fake Daniel was, he was playing to win. I clenched my fists, forcing a smile. "Alright," I said calmly. "That sounds good." Then I walked out of the store, my heart pounding. This imposter had already crossed a line. He had kissed my man. He had eaten my favorite food. He had walked around the city wearing my face. But what he didn’t know was this— I don’t make mistakes. And when I find him, there will be hell to pay.LIAM'S POVI wake up to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, its golden glow casting a warm hue over the room. My body still tingles from last night, the memories of Marcus’s touch lingering on my skin like a gentle whisper. I stretch lazily, letting out a satisfied sigh as I reach out, expecting to feel the comforting warmth of Marcus beside me.But my hand meets only empty sheets.I blink, my fingers running over the cool fabric where he should be. He’s gone.A small smile tugs at my lips as I stare at the ceiling. Last night had been perfect— every kiss, every touch, every whispered word had felt real. It wasn’t just passion; it was something deeper, something that made me believe, even for a moment, that we were meant to be together.But then, reality slams into me like a cold wave.Daniel.The mere thought of his name makes my stomach twist with unease. He’s the biggest threat to what I have with Marcus. No matter how much I try to push that thought away, it lin
DANIEL'S POV I drive toward Marcus’s place as the evening sky darkens. The streetlights flicker on, casting a dim glow over the empty road. The hum of my engine is the only sound in the quiet night, but my mind is anything but calm.I wasn’t supposed to pick him up. We had agreed to meet at his house later, after our discussion at his store this morning . But at the last minute, I changed my mind.Because something is off.There’s a feeling deep in my gut, one I can’t shake. It’s not just paranoia— it’s more than that. It’s like a shadow lurking at the edge of my vision, something I can sense but not yet see.Someone is living my life in secret.And tonight, I intend to find out who.Before leaving, I give strict orders to my men. “Close the store for Marcus. No excuses. No delays. Lock everything down.”I don’t want Marcus to worry about it— I’ll take care of everything. Right now, all I want is to be alone with him.As we drive, the unease in my chest grows. I watched as my driver
GIDEON'S POVI sit in my dimly lit office, the only source of light coming from the streetlamps outside. The scent of burning tobacco fills the air, thick and heavy, clinging to my clothes, my skin, my thoughts. I take a slow drag from my cigarette and exhale, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling. Beyond the glass windows, the city stretches before me like a living beast— dark, restless, unforgiving.Hell’s Kitchen.My battlefield. My home. My prison.And at the center of it all is him.Daniel.The man who was once my best friend. The man I should have left for dead a long time ago.We started this journey together. Two young men, full of dreams and ambition, fresh out of NYC. Two brilliant chemists ready to change the world. We had the knowledge, the talent, the drive. But the world didn’t change because of us. We didn’t build anything good.We destroyed it.And in the process, we destroyed ourselves.Daniel was always the smarter one, the genius. He had the kind of mind that s
LAIM'S POVI stood outside Marcus’s house, my heart pounding hard in my chest. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat of panic rising inside me. The scent of flowers I had carefully arranged still lingered, mixing with the rich, savory aroma of the meal I had spent hours preparing. Every detail had been planned perfectly— every candle placed with purpose, every decoration arranged just right. I had cleaned every corner, making sure the place looked exactly as I imagined. Tonight was supposed to be special. A night Marcus would never forget.But everything changed the moment he arrived.I heard the familiar sound of his car pulling into the driveway, the low hum of the engine sending shivers down my spine. I had been excited at first, ready to surprise him, ready to see the look on his face when he stepped inside. But then, another sound reached my ears— the unmistakable voice of a voice that sounds like mine.Daniel was with him.A wave of pani
LIAM'S POVAfter what Rainbow said, my mind refuses to rest. The thought of Gideon going after Marcus keeps circling in my head like a vulture waiting for its prey. It doesn’t make sense— at least not to me. In my world, Gideon is my best friend. We graduated together from NYC, both of us young and ambitious chemists who had the world at our feet. We had plans— big ones. We spent late nights in the lab, pushing boundaries, dreaming of making breakthroughs in science.So what changed?Why does Gideon want Marcus dead?I rack my brain for answers, but nothing fits. This version of reality feels like a puzzle with missing pieces. But one thing is clear— I can’t let Marcus die.Scott pulls up outside the mansion, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. He parks smoothly, killing the engine before turning to look at me. His face is unreadable, but his voice is even when he speaks.“The box, sir?” He gestures toward the heavy case filled with cash, his tone professional.I g
DANIEL'S POVPeople always wonder how I have become so successful in the hard drug business. They whisper about it in dark corners, trying to figure out my secret. Some think I have powerful connections, others believe I am just lucky. They make up stories, crafting theories about how I rose to the top. But none of them know the truth.Luck has nothing to do with it.I tricked nature itself.This world isn’t just a place for humans to live, work, and die. It is more than just land, water, and air. It is bound by forces that most people cannot see— forces that shape everything around us, guiding our lives in ways we do not understand. These forces are more than ideas; they are beings, real and powerful. They walk among us, unseen and unheard, yet always present.Luck, Mistake, Lie, Truth, Death, Life, and many more. They are the invisible hands keeping the world in balance, whether we realize it or not.And years ago, I made a deal with one of them— Mistake.The deal was simple. I woul
LIAM'S POVI kneel on the cold floor, my hands slightly raised, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The gun pointed at my head makes my heartbeat loud in my ears. This wasn’t what I expected. I knew coming here would be dangerous, but I didn’t think I would be staring down the barrel of a gun this soon.Daniel’s eyes bore into mine as he drags a chair across the room and sits down, the gun never wavering. His grip is firm, steady— it is so obvious he is good at it. His eyes are cold, filled with suspicion and something else I can’t quite place. He is waiting for me to speak, but I stay silent, trying to calm my racing thoughts.“I’ll advise you to remove my face, Gideon,” he says, his voice eerily calm. “I know it’s you. Transform back to yourself, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”I take a slow, deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. My mind searches for the right words, but I know no matter what I say, Daniel won’t trust me easily.“This is who I am,” I say firmly. My voic
MARCUS'S POVI thought Adrian was the man for me. I really did. From the moment we got together, I believed he was the one. I gave him everything— my love, my time, my trust. I didn’t hold anything back. But he betrayed me. Not once, not twice, but again and again.At first, I blamed myself. Maybe I wasn’t good enough. Maybe I wasn’t attractive enough or exciting enough to keep him satisfied. Maybe I was doing something wrong. But over time, I realized that it wasn’t me. It was him. That’s just the kind of person he is— a liar, a cheater. Someone who can never truly love anyone but himself.And yet, even after everything, he still says he loves me. As if those words mean anything when they come from him.Adrian is rich. He owns one of the biggest restaurants here in Hell’s Kitchen. Everyone knows his place, and everyone knows who protects it— the Dogs of Hell. They are dangerous, violent, and completely unpredictable. But Adrian doesn’t care. As long as his business is safe, he doesn’
DANIEL'S POVAs I step out of the hotel, my mind is racing. I pull out my phone and call some of my most trusted men. "Meet me at Marcus's house now," I say, my voice sharp and urgent. I don’t have time for delays. Something doesn’t feel right, and I need to get there as soon as possible.The ride feels longer than usual. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I speed through the streets, ignoring the usual traffic rules. When I finally arrive at Marcus's house, my stomach drops. The sight before me makes my heart pound even faster. Several of my men, the ones I had secretly assigned to protect Marcus, are lying lifeless on the ground. Their blood stains the concrete, their bodies twisted in unnatural positions. The Dogs of Hell have killed them. My chest tightens with anger and fear. If they got this far, then Marcus could be in danger.My men, the ones I called, are already there when I arrive. They stand alert, weapons ready, scanning the area for any further threats. I barely a
MARCUS'S POV I lie on the cold floor of my living room, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My vision blurs as I stare up at the men surrounding me. My ribs ache from the brutal kicks, but the pain is nothing compared to the fear gripping my chest. Today might be my last day on Earth.Gideon, their leader, sits comfortably on my couch, a smirk playing on his lips. "It is hard to believe that a monster like Daniel has someone that loves him," he says. His men laugh, their voices echoing in the dimly lit room.Daniel, standing nearby, rolls a gun in his hand, his expression unreadable. "And it is so foolish for you to love him," he says, his voice laced with mockery. "Don’t you know what he’s capable of? Or haven’t you heard of the terrible things he has done? And yet, you still fall in love with him."The laughter grows louder. One of them kicks me again— so hard that I struggle to catch my breath. I groan but don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.Then suddenly, the room
LIAM'S POV Are you crazy? What would people think if they see you and me together?" Daniel asks in anger, his voice sharp in the quiet hotel hallway. His eyes dart around, filled with worry. He is so troubled about Marcus, who is in danger, but at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone to know that there is someone in the city who looks exactly like him but is not him.I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "Please save him," I say, my voice quieter now, almost pleading. Then, without waiting for his response, I turn around and walk back into my hotel room.As soon as I step inside, a strange feeling washes over me. The air is cold. Too cold. My skin prickles with the sudden chill. I glance at the air conditioner, but it’s off. That’s strange. I move closer to the window, trying to see if it was left open, allowing the cold air to seep in. But then, I sense something. A presence.Slowly, I turn around.Standing there is a man. He is young, handsome, and looking directly at me with an
MARCUS'S POVI thought Adrian was the man for me. I really did. From the moment we got together, I believed he was the one. I gave him everything— my love, my time, my trust. I didn’t hold anything back. But he betrayed me. Not once, not twice, but again and again.At first, I blamed myself. Maybe I wasn’t good enough. Maybe I wasn’t attractive enough or exciting enough to keep him satisfied. Maybe I was doing something wrong. But over time, I realized that it wasn’t me. It was him. That’s just the kind of person he is— a liar, a cheater. Someone who can never truly love anyone but himself.And yet, even after everything, he still says he loves me. As if those words mean anything when they come from him.Adrian is rich. He owns one of the biggest restaurants here in Hell’s Kitchen. Everyone knows his place, and everyone knows who protects it— the Dogs of Hell. They are dangerous, violent, and completely unpredictable. But Adrian doesn’t care. As long as his business is safe, he doesn’
LIAM'S POVI kneel on the cold floor, my hands slightly raised, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The gun pointed at my head makes my heartbeat loud in my ears. This wasn’t what I expected. I knew coming here would be dangerous, but I didn’t think I would be staring down the barrel of a gun this soon.Daniel’s eyes bore into mine as he drags a chair across the room and sits down, the gun never wavering. His grip is firm, steady— it is so obvious he is good at it. His eyes are cold, filled with suspicion and something else I can’t quite place. He is waiting for me to speak, but I stay silent, trying to calm my racing thoughts.“I’ll advise you to remove my face, Gideon,” he says, his voice eerily calm. “I know it’s you. Transform back to yourself, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”I take a slow, deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. My mind searches for the right words, but I know no matter what I say, Daniel won’t trust me easily.“This is who I am,” I say firmly. My voic
DANIEL'S POVPeople always wonder how I have become so successful in the hard drug business. They whisper about it in dark corners, trying to figure out my secret. Some think I have powerful connections, others believe I am just lucky. They make up stories, crafting theories about how I rose to the top. But none of them know the truth.Luck has nothing to do with it.I tricked nature itself.This world isn’t just a place for humans to live, work, and die. It is more than just land, water, and air. It is bound by forces that most people cannot see— forces that shape everything around us, guiding our lives in ways we do not understand. These forces are more than ideas; they are beings, real and powerful. They walk among us, unseen and unheard, yet always present.Luck, Mistake, Lie, Truth, Death, Life, and many more. They are the invisible hands keeping the world in balance, whether we realize it or not.And years ago, I made a deal with one of them— Mistake.The deal was simple. I woul
LIAM'S POVAfter what Rainbow said, my mind refuses to rest. The thought of Gideon going after Marcus keeps circling in my head like a vulture waiting for its prey. It doesn’t make sense— at least not to me. In my world, Gideon is my best friend. We graduated together from NYC, both of us young and ambitious chemists who had the world at our feet. We had plans— big ones. We spent late nights in the lab, pushing boundaries, dreaming of making breakthroughs in science.So what changed?Why does Gideon want Marcus dead?I rack my brain for answers, but nothing fits. This version of reality feels like a puzzle with missing pieces. But one thing is clear— I can’t let Marcus die.Scott pulls up outside the mansion, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. He parks smoothly, killing the engine before turning to look at me. His face is unreadable, but his voice is even when he speaks.“The box, sir?” He gestures toward the heavy case filled with cash, his tone professional.I g
LAIM'S POVI stood outside Marcus’s house, my heart pounding hard in my chest. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat of panic rising inside me. The scent of flowers I had carefully arranged still lingered, mixing with the rich, savory aroma of the meal I had spent hours preparing. Every detail had been planned perfectly— every candle placed with purpose, every decoration arranged just right. I had cleaned every corner, making sure the place looked exactly as I imagined. Tonight was supposed to be special. A night Marcus would never forget.But everything changed the moment he arrived.I heard the familiar sound of his car pulling into the driveway, the low hum of the engine sending shivers down my spine. I had been excited at first, ready to surprise him, ready to see the look on his face when he stepped inside. But then, another sound reached my ears— the unmistakable voice of a voice that sounds like mine.Daniel was with him.A wave of pani
GIDEON'S POVI sit in my dimly lit office, the only source of light coming from the streetlamps outside. The scent of burning tobacco fills the air, thick and heavy, clinging to my clothes, my skin, my thoughts. I take a slow drag from my cigarette and exhale, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling. Beyond the glass windows, the city stretches before me like a living beast— dark, restless, unforgiving.Hell’s Kitchen.My battlefield. My home. My prison.And at the center of it all is him.Daniel.The man who was once my best friend. The man I should have left for dead a long time ago.We started this journey together. Two young men, full of dreams and ambition, fresh out of NYC. Two brilliant chemists ready to change the world. We had the knowledge, the talent, the drive. But the world didn’t change because of us. We didn’t build anything good.We destroyed it.And in the process, we destroyed ourselves.Daniel was always the smarter one, the genius. He had the kind of mind that s