Angela POVSitting across the road at a quiet café, I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, watching the people pass by but not really seeing them. The chatter around me faded into the background like it always did when my mind spiraled like this. Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this for me. I was the one people looked at, the one who commanded attention, who always had the admiration of others. But now, here I was , sitting alone, feeling invisible. The weight of it was crushing.I stared blankly at the cars passing by, the rush of city life completely lost on me. My thoughts drifted, as they often did these days, back to Lyra. My twin. My shadow. The one who was supposed to stay in the background while I shined. That’s how it had always been. I was the leader, the one everyone noticed. And she? She followed, content to let me have the spotlight. But now, everything has flipped upside down. “Lyra shouldn’t have what’s mine.”I clenched the coffee cup tightly, my knuckles white ag
Angela's POVI paced the floor, barely able to keep my anger in check. James watched me from where he stood, leaning against the wall, looking like he thought this whole situation was amusing. I wanted to scream.“What’s wrong, Angela?” His voice was smooth, almost teasing. “Are you upset that your sister's happy?”I stopped and spun to face him, my eyes burning. “She doesn’t deserve it! That life she’s living? That should’ve been mine. Not Lyra’s. She’s stolen everything from me.”James raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed. “You broke up with Kurtis, remember? Or have you forgotten?”I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. “I didn’t break up with him. I sent Lyra to do it for me. And instead of walking away like I asked, she swooped in and took him for herself. My own twin, betraying me like that.”James smirked, pushing off the wall and walking over to me. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch light but condescending. “So now she’s the star of the
Lyra’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, unable to contain my excitement. Tonight was my bridal shower, and I had waited for this day for as long as I could remember. When I was younger, I didn’t even fully understand what happened at a bridal shower, I just loved the idea of it, loved the name. Now, here I was, about to experience my own, and everything felt perfect.“Lyra, are you ready?” Mary’s voice floated from the other room, full of excitement.“Almost!” I called back, smoothing down my dress one last time. I had gone all out for tonight. I wore a flowing white dress that hugged my curves just right, delicate lace covering the bodice and cascading down to the floor. It was soft, elegant, and exactly what I had always imagined for this special night. My friends, on the other hand, were dressed in soft pastels, Mary in lavender, Ella in pale pink, and Jenna in a soft blue. They all looked gorgeous, but I wanted my dress to stand out, to signal that tonight was my night. And it
I watched Angela storm off, her words replaying in my mind like a haunting echo. She was angry, no, furious, and I could see that this wasn’t just about Kurtis. It was something deeper, something that had been brewing between us for years. I leaned against the wall, my chest tight as I tried to gather myself. But the more I thought about her accusations, the harder it was to shake the feeling that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Angela had always been dramatic, but this… this felt different. Suddenly, the door to the hallway swung open, and I saw her standing there again, her arms crossed, her expression colder than before. My heart sank. I wasn’t prepared for round two. “Angela, can we please just” “No, we can’t ‘just talk,’ Lyra. We’re way past that.” She cut me off, her voice icy. “Do you even remember growing up? Do you have any idea what it was like to always be “the star”?” I blinked, unsure where this was going. “What are you talking about?” Angela stepped cl
The night was long, and despite the tension that had settled between me and Angela, my friends and I stayed up, gisting and reminiscing about the old days. We’d all gathered in my suite after the party, and the laughter in the room helped ease some of the anxiety that had settled in my chest.Ella was lounging on the couch, a glass of champagne in hand, while Mary sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through old pictures on her phone."Remember Mr. Williams?" Ella said, giggling as she scrolled through an ancient class photo. "That man was a *disaster*."I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh God, yes. His outfits were legendary. He always wore those neon-green shoes with that terrible mustard-yellow blazer."Mary snorted, shaking her head. "He looked like he was about to audition for a circus every single day. And those pants! Remember when one of the boys put glue on his chair and he got stuck to it during the math exam?"We all erupted into laughter. “He was so mad!” I added, clutching
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, but inside me, a cold knot of fear tightened in my stomach. I stood still as Ella and Mary fluttered around, adjusting the delicate lace of my gown, smoothing the train. It was my wedding day “my” day. I was supposed to feel overjoyed, excited even. Instead, my fingers trembled, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears.“Lyra, breathe.” Ella’s voice broke through the fog in my mind as she fixed the veil on my head. “You look like an absolute goddess. Kurtis won’t believe his eyes.”I forced a smile, but inside, I was unraveling. The texts… they wouldn’t stop haunting me. “Tick tock, Lyra. Time’s running out.” Those words had echoed in my mind all night. And then, the last message from just hours ago, “Beware, something hard is about to hit you.”I glanced at my phone, hoping for some sign, an explanation. But the screen was dark and silent, mocking me with its stillness. My gut twisted tighter. Who
The light was dim when I woke up. My head throbbed painfully, and my body ached as if I’d been dragged across the floor. I tried to move, but my wrists were bound behind me, and my legs were tied together. Panic surged through me as I struggled to sit up, taking in my surroundings. The room was small, bare, and not the bridal suite where I had been just hours ago.I blinked, disoriented, trying to make sense of what had happened. The wedding… the mysterious figure… the blow to my head. “Tick tock, Lyra.” That voice haunted me, and the memory of the masked man chilled me to my bones.Suddenly, the door creaked open. My pulse quickened as footsteps echoed on the concrete floor. I braced myself, my heart hammering in my chest, trying to keep my breathing steady despite the overwhelming fear that gripped me.Two figures stepped into the room, their faces coming into view. My breath hitched when I saw them.“Angela.” “James.”I couldn’t believe it. My sister. My ex-boyfriend. “What… what
I stood at the altar, my heart racing. Today was the day I’d waited for, the day I’d marry the woman who owned every inch of my soul. Lyra. My eyes flickered to the grand double doors, expecting her to walk through at any moment, looking like the goddess I knew her to be. But… nothing.The church was buzzing softly, the guests whispering amongst themselves. The air was thick with the scent of fresh roses and tension. It wasn’t like Lyra to keep me waiting. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. “She’ll be here,” I muttered under my breath.Beside me, Alex shifted awkwardly. He leaned in, his voice low. “Kurtis, she’s probably just taking her time. You know, wedding day nerves.”I nodded, but the knot in my stomach tightened. Something wasn’t right. I glanced at my phone for the tenth time, hoping—no, praying—that a message would pop up, some excuse for her lateness. But the screen stayed blank.“Where the hell is she?” I whispered, my voice rough with worry. I could feel the w