Andreas’s POVFriends.I would regret that word until my last breath. I had drawn the line between Ashley and me, not because I didn’t want more, but because I was terrified of what I couldn’t have. Of what I didn’t deserve. But walking away from her just now, after that moment we shared—her soft moan when I wiped the soap from her ear—had taken everything in me not to close the space between us and kiss her senseless.She didn’t even realize the sound she’d made, but I did. It lodged itself in my chest, searing beneath the surface like an open wound. It took everything to turn my back on her and not give in to the pull I felt, the need I had to just...hold her. Kiss her. Something more than this strained, distant friendship we’d agreed on.Friends. What a fucking lie.But I had bigger issues right now. Issues that made whatever tension simmered between Ashley and me feel insignificant.Clint, my driver, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Everything okay back there, boss?”“I
Andreas’s POVEverything seemed to be going surprisingly well. Well, at least for now. It had only been an hour into the gala, and typically, I was far too much of a meticulous pessimist to think things were smooth sailing this early. But for once, the chaos hadn't yet crept in. No drama, no scandals…yet.My father, Alfred, and his wife, Margaret, had arrived first. It was typical of him, showing up on time and immediately scanning the room with that hawk-like gaze of his. He gave me a curt nod, his usual nonverbal acknowledgment, before he started surveying the crowd. Margaret, on the other hand, tried to mimic his cool demeanor, but I could see right through her.Her eyes flitted across the room with all the subtlety of a child in a candy store, especially when she caught sight of the woman I had just exchanged pleasantries with. One of the CEOs of Pinnacle Beauty, a makeup line I knew Margaret was practically a walking advertisement for.Predictably, Margaret couldn't resist. She l
Andreas’s POVSweet.That word had lodged itself in my head ever since I overheard a man whisper it to his wife as they strolled past me, her giggles echoing down the hall. It irritated me. It reminded me of Ashley—of the way she had this strange hold on me, how the mere thought of her made me feel like a kid who'd just been allowed to have candy. My eyes kept flicking toward the entrance, restless anticipation bubbling beneath my skin. It was ridiculous, really. Waiting for her like this.I hated that I felt it—that ache, that need to see her again.For what felt like the hundredth time, I reminded myself that tonight was the last night. The last time Ashley would stand by my side before everything fell apart. Tomorrow, I’d have to sit my father down and confess. I’d have to tell him about Ashton. About Ashley. About the wife swap.It would destroy whatever illusion we’d managed to uphold, and after that, I had no idea what would come next. No more pretense. No more hiding behind the
Andreas’s POVAdam was always late. If there was one thing I could count on, it was that he’d make a scene by showing up at the last possible minute, basking in the attention his tardiness garnered. And tonight was no different.He strolled in with his wife, Sansa, on his arm, the picture of the perfect couple. Except, it was all a lie. Anyone who knew them knew the truth—there was no love between them, just an arranged marriage stitched together by our parents to consolidate wealth and power. A hollow, loveless match.Sansa smiled warmly at me, her eyes soft and kind, the way they always were. And I smiled back, a genuine one, though it felt rare on a night like this. A part of me always felt sad for her. She didn’t deserve to be stuck with my asshole brother, trapped in a life that wasn’t hers. Besides Annabel, Sansa was the only other person in this family I didn’t mind helping if she ever needed anything. She was too good for this family.“Andreas,” she greeted, her voice soft, li
Ashley’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing myself beneath the layers of makeup. My face was flawless, the work of Shannon, who had spent the last hour fussing over me as if I were some kind of doll, which, surprisingly, had made me feel more at ease than I’d expected.“You look absolutely fabulous!” Faye exclaimed from where she sat, her voice bright and animated as always, as Shannon finished up her makeup. Shannon had jumped in last minute after Faye hurried over to the house, desperate because her own makeup artist was running late from another appointment.“Really, you do,” Shannon chimed in, taking a step back to admire her work. “And this dress is perfect for the gala.”I forced a small smile as I glanced down at the gown I’d chosen for tonight. It was elegant but understated, something that wouldn’t draw too much attention while still meeting the occasion’s standards. Exactly how I liked to be. Yet as perfect as it all was—my makeup, the dress, the
Ashley’s POV“She always had that air about her,” Faye continued, her voice growing more thoughtful. “Like, she’d let you in just enough to feel like you knew her, but never too much. Vulnerability wasn’t her thing. And honestly, I’m surprised we even got as close as we did. I think I wore her down,” Faye said with a small laugh. “I wasn’t really taking no for an answer.”I smiled at that, a soft, bittersweet smile, because that was also true. Faye had a way of worming herself into people’s lives, making sure you felt her presence. It made sense that she’d gotten Ashton to open up in ways I never had.“That sounds like her,” I said, my voice quiet. “She liked to keep things at arm’s length. People, emotions... everything.”Faye nodded, her expression softening as she glanced at me, her eyes searching my face. “But you know, Ash...one thing Ashton always said—whenever anyone asked—was that she wasn’t the better twin.”My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest. I turn
Ashleyms POVWe arrived at the gala, the car slowing to a stop in front of the grand entrance. The evening air was cool, but I barely felt it as I stepped out, more focused on what awaited me inside. Adam nodded as I exited, and Faye followed, linking her arm with mine as we headed into the hotel. Her usual energy was subdued, a quiet reminder of the conversation we’d had about Ashton. Knowing someone else missed her as deeply as I did, and remembered her so warmly, eased the ache in my chest—if only just a little.Faye let out a soft gasp as we stepped into the hall, and I shared the sentiment. The space was stunning, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. A soft hum of conversation filled the room as people, dressed to perfection, mingled in their finest attire. I had to shake off the heaviness that still lingered from the car ride, forcing myself to focus on the event and the part I was supposed to play.As we moved further into the crowd, Faye
Ashley’s POVI was still reeling, breathless from Andreas’s words—“You look divine.” His compliment had landed softly, but it lingered, wrapping around me like a blanket. I had been preparing myself for a cold, polite greeting from him, something more in line with the “friendship” we had agreed on. But the look in his eyes, the warmth in his voice, it felt real, too real.Before I could fully recover from that moment, Andreas turned toward his secretary, who had been standing quietly by the side. His hand was still holding mine, like he wasn’t ready to let go.“You were saying something before Ashley arrived?” he asked, his tone calm, but I could hear the underlying tension.The secretary’s posture stiffened as she cleared her throat. There was something ominous in her expression as she spoke. “It’s about our major investor in the donations for the gala, Mrs. Veronica Hastings. She’s informed us that she wants to pull out.”I felt Andreas’s entire body go rigid, his hand tightening ove