Ashley’s POV“I can’t do this anymore,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, but the weight of it echoed in the room. “I can’t keep pretending to be Ashton.”Andreas turned his head toward me, his brow furrowing in response, but he didn’t say anything. The silence between us felt charged, as if both of us were waiting for the other to make the next move.I swallowed hard, trying to find the words. “You don’t have to be the one to deal with the fallout, Andreas. I’ll tell your family. I’ll tell them everything—about the swap, about Ashton disappearing. They don’t have to know that you found out eventually and tried to cover it up. I’ll take all the blame. That way, you can—”“No.” Andreas cut me off, his voice quiet but firm. He shook his head, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to work through the situation in his mind. “Even if you do that, it won’t matter.”I blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? It’ll be easier for you if they think I was the one who orchestrated all of th
Ashley’s POVI stared at Andreas, my mind spinning. The idea of continuing this charade—keeping up the pretense that I was Ashton—felt unbearable. Every instinct screamed that my sister was gone, and yet here I was, being asked to act like nothing had changed. Was this really the right thing to do?Andreas must have noticed the hesitation in my eyes because his expression softened, his gaze locked on mine. “Give me three days,” he said, his voice measured but urgent. “That’s all I’m asking. Three days.”“Three days?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper, still processing the request.“There’s a charity gala in three days,” he continued, studying my face for a reaction. “You don’t even have to go with me if you don’t want to. I can handle it alone. After the gala, I’ll speak to my father. I’ll tell him everything. He’s the only one whose opinion really matters in all of this.”I blinked, taken aback. “Your father?”Andreas nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “He’s the only
Andreas’ POVAs I pulled up to the restaurant where Ashley had asked me to drop her off to meet up with her friend Liv, the glow of the entrance sign flickered, mirroring my restless thoughts. I glanced at Ashley, her expression a mix of determination and uncertainty as she gathered her things. Part of me wanted to reach out and reassure her that everything was going to be okay, but even I knew that it was a lie. Nothing was okay. Her sister was most likely gone, and I was grasping at straws by trying to private investigator. Worse, I couldn’t shake the memory of Jake’s unexpected appearance and the way my jaw had tightened in response. The way Jake had approached her—so familiar, so casual—had ignited something primal within me. Jealousy. It was a feeling I hadn’t expected to surface, especially given the nature of our situation. Why had I reacted so strongly? Why had it bothered me so much when I thought the guy was Ashley’s ex-boyfriend?What was wrong with me?“Be careful,” I said,
Ashley’s POVI walked into the restaurant where I had arranged to meet Liv, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries mingling in the air. It felt surreal to be here as if life had continued spinning outside while mine was trapped in a frozen moment of uncertainty.Liv was already at a corner table, her expression a mix of concern and warmth as she spotted me. She rose, wrapping me in a gentle embrace that spoke volumes. I felt the weight of the last few days pressing down on me, and it was a struggle to not break down in her arms and sob. “Hey, you,” she said softly, pulling back to study my face. “How are you holding up?”I shrugged, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “You know... one foot in front of the other.”She nodded, her eyes searching mine for the truth beneath the surface. “You can tell me anything, Ash. I’m here.”As I settled into my seat, the reality of my situation flooded back—everything from the airport to the gut-wrenching moments since. I took a deep
Ashley’s POVAs we stepped into the bar, the atmosphere enveloped us—laughter and music mingling in the air, creating a comforting buzz that pushed away the shadows for a moment. I could already feel a sense of relief washing over me, happy that I’d chosen to do this tonight. Liv and I settled into a small booth near the back, the dim lighting casting a warm glow around us.We ordered drinks—something fruity and strong for me, something stronger for Liv. As the first round arrived, I raised my glass. “To distractions,” I said, a hint of a smile breaking through.“To distractions,” Liv echoed, clinking her glass against mine. We both took a sip, the sweetness mingling with the alcohol, igniting a flicker of excitement in my chest even though I knew it was temporary.For the next hour, we laughed and shared stories, the burden of the last few days feeling lighter with every sip. Liv kept checking in on me, her concern still lingering, but I brushed it off, determined to enjoy this momen
Ashley’s POVAs I downed the rest of my drink, the bar's noise swirled around me, but a nagging sense of loneliness settled in as I waited for my cab. My thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Andreas. What had I been thinking, calling him? I cringed at the memory, chastising myself for reaching out in a moment of vulnerability. I wasn’t supposed to need him.Just as I was about to dive deeper into my thoughts, a man slid into the booth across from me. He had a confident smile, the kind that was all too familiar in a bar setting. “Hey there, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?”I blinked, surprised at his forwardness. “I’m not alone. My friend just stepped out,” I replied, trying to keep my tone polite.He leaned back, undeterred. “Well, she must be missing out. How about we chat while you wait?”I shook my head firmly. “I’m really not interested. Thanks, though.”His smile faltered, but he pressed on. “Come on, I promise I’m fun. What’s your name?”“Ashley,” I said, ho
Ashley’s POVThe ride back was silent, save for the occasional hum of the engine and the rhythmic turn of the tires on the pavement. Andreas hadn’t said much since he’d put me in the car, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Every now and then, I’d steal a glance at him, but his face remained unreadable—cool, detached. The same Andreas I’d come to know, and yet... not.My forehead rested against the cool glass, the dark streets blurring into a haze. My pulse still hadn't settled, riding the aftershocks of adrenaline from the bar encounter. I wanted to pretend I was fine, that everything was fine, but something inside me had shifted. I felt unmoored, as if my grip on reality was slipping.The silence stretched on, thick and pressing. I was suddenly hyper-aware of the space between us, of how little we’d said since leaving the bar. Every unspoken word hung between us, suffocating. I hated the tension, the waiting.I broke the silence first. “You didn’t have to say that,” I
Ashley’s POVI stepped into the house, the weight of the conversation with Andreas still pressing heavily on my chest. My body felt sluggish, the exhaustion from the night creeping in. Each step toward the stairs felt heavier than the last, like my legs were barely able to support me.As I reached the base of the staircase, I misjudged my footing. My foot slipped on the edge of the step, and before I could stop myself, I was tumbling forward. The sudden rush of air caught in my throat, and I braced for the inevitable impact—But strong arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me back just in time.“Andreas,” I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. I hadn’t even realized he was behind me, following me in.His hands remained firm on my waist, holding me steady as I caught my breath. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble close to my ear. “You’ve been through enough tonight. Don’t hurt yourself on top of everything.”I nodded, trying to smile, but the relief was short-l