“I need someone to act as my wife, for the time being. In return, you get everything you’ve ever wanted. This could be your chance to change everything. To fix your life. It's that simple.” She looks like his wife. But She isn’t. When Daphne is thrust into the life of a woman she’s never met, the stakes are higher than she ever imagined and she steps into a world that was never hers to claim — until now. The deal was simple: pretend, blend in, and don’t fall in love. But nothing about him—or this secret—is simple. One lie. One contract. One dangerously tempting man. What happens when pretending becomes too real, feelings get involved, and the past refuses to stay buried…? How far will she go to protect the secret that could destroy them all?
ดูเพิ่มเติมDaphne's POV Oliver took the contract and filed it in a drawer, then looked at me with those unreadable eyes. "You're coming home with me tonight. We have a party to attend.""A party?" I blinked."Celebrating your 'return from Australia.' It is assumed that you just returned today. Don't worry, the story is airtight. Just smile. And follow my lead."Before I could protest, he was already dialing a number. Moments later, we were on the road.The spa looked like something out of a luxury magazine. White marble walls, trickling water fountains, and women in crisp uniforms greeted me with soft smiles. I was ushered into a private suite where a team began to work on me like I was a statue being polished for display.My clothes were stripped off gently, and I was lowered into a warm bath infused with rose petals, essential oils, and milk. Soft hands scrubbed away dead skin, old memories, and the woman I used to be. I closed my eyes, letting the steam and oils cloud my thoughts. It was sur
Daphne's POV I sat stiffly in the luxurious chair across from him, my hands folded tightly in my lap to hide the fact they were trembling. The room was grand—too grand. The scent of leather, cologne, and something expensive I couldn’t name filled the air. It was a world I didn’t belong in.Yet somehow, I was here.Oliver sat across the desk, his expression blank and unreadable. He hadn’t stopped staring since I walked in. Not in a way that felt intrusive or lecherous—but intense. Like I was a puzzle he couldn’t figure out.“I know it’s hard to believe,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “You’re her mirror image. It’s why I… reacted the way I did that night. I thought I was hallucinating. In case you doubt me, allow me to show you something.”I opened my mouth to respond, but what could I even say to something like that?Before I could gather my thoughts, he stood up and walked to a cabinet behind his desk. I heard the soft clink of metal as he opened a drawer, then he turned ba
Oliver's POV I woke up with a headache, the kind that drilled into my temples like a sledgehammer. My mouth tasted of stale whiskey, the room spinning in a hazy blur as I opened my eyes. I hadn’t meant to drink that much—hadn’t meant to do anything that night, really. The previous evening was a blur of frustration and longing, moments of blurred faces and voices. And then, her—whoever she was. Her scent lingered in the sheets, sweet and comforting.I looked over at the empty side of the bed.Had she left already?I sat up slowly, groaning as my muscles protested. My eyes drifted to the money I had kept on the nightstand which was no longer there. Obviously, she took all of it. I had no intentions of giving her all, but nevertheless…I had a quick bath, changed my clothes and checked out of the hotel room. I had only one place in mind to go to this morning; the hospital where my wife, Daisy lay.*****I sat in the sterile hospital room, my gaze fixed on Daisy. The steady beep of the
Daphne's POV The hallway of the luxury hotel was silent, too clean, too still—like the air was holding its breath.I followed the receptionist’s directions, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. My heart was beating as though it wanted to break out of my ribcage.I held my small purse close, not for protection, but for comfort. Every step brought me closer to something she never imagined doing.Room 807.I raised my hand to knock, but before I could, the door creaked open from inside.Warm light spilled out, illuminating a tall figure leaning on the edge of the doorway. His tie was loose, his blazer abandoned somewhere behind him. A half-finished drink hung from his fingers.His eyes were slightly unfocused, but intense.“You’re... the girl?” he asked, voice deep and low, thick with drink.My throat went dry. I only managed a stiff nod.He stepped aside wordlessly, letting me in. The room smelled of cologne and whiskey. The lights were dimmed to a moody hue, and the curt
Daphne's POV The aroma of fresh dough and yeast clung to my skin like secondhand smoke. My back ached from standing at the mixer since dawn, and the sweat beneath my hairnet itched like hell.I reached for the next tray, the dough warm under my fingers, when my phone vibrated for the third time in the pocket of my apron.I never picked calls during work hours but this particular caller was persistent.I wiped my hands hastily on my apron as I picked up the phone.I answered the call, breath caught in my throat.“Miss Daphne?” a man’s voice asked.“Yes?”“This is Dr. Raymond from Greystone County Hospital. Your mother—Mrs. Agnes—was brought in an hour ago. She collapsed in her garden. Her condition is critical.”I gripped the wall, my mind spiraling, “I'm coming right away”The bread factory where I worked, buzzed with clanks and chatter, but to me, it was background noiseI rushed back into the factory to grab my things. I had to see my mother. Let them fire me—none of it mattered no
Daphne's POV The aroma of fresh dough and yeast clung to my skin like secondhand smoke. My back ached from standing at the mixer since dawn, and the sweat beneath my hairnet itched like hell.I reached for the next tray, the dough warm under my fingers, when my phone vibrated for the third time in the pocket of my apron.I never picked calls during work hours but this particular caller was persistent.I wiped my hands hastily on my apron as I picked up the phone.I answered the call, breath caught in my throat.“Miss Daphne?” a man’s voice asked.“Yes?”“This is Dr. Raymond from Greystone County Hospital. Your mother—Mrs. Agnes—was brought in an hour ago. She collapsed in her garden. Her condition is critical.”I gripped the wall, my mind spiraling, “I'm coming right away”The bread factory where I worked, buzzed with clanks and chatter, but to me, it was background noiseI rushed back into the factory to grab my things. I had to see my mother. Let them fire me—none of it mattered no...
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