Chapter 13
Disgust flickered in Eleanor’s eyes.[]
“Do you want to end up useless like your mother? Stuck at home serving people?“]
The wailing subsided slightly.[]
“Sticking with her? You’ll never amount to anything. I teach you how to succeed. How to be exceptional. Your father will dump her eventually. Want to beg on the streets with her? Stay useful, and this life,” she gestured around the opulent room, “is yours forever.“]
Eleanor’s voice turned saccharine.
“I know lessons are tough. Today? Fun day! We’ll hit the amusement park! Rides! Cotton candy!“]]
“Really?” []
The twins sniffled, tears forgotten.]
“And… you liked that special juice yesterday? One glass each this morning too.” []
She poured the spiked orange drink into their glasses.
The scent of oranges, the promise of sugar and thrills… Clouds lifted from Connor and Chloe’s faces. They gulped the boozy juice, minds already on rollercoasters.
Eleanor watched, cold contempt curling her lip. []
So easily bought. []
Five years of Fiona’s devotion, and they flipped like cheap switches.
Worthless.
Like mother, like brats.
Their features held faint echoes of her own. It infuriated her. A constant reminder Fiona had stolen her place using her face. []
Had Seth chosen Fiona thinking their children would look like her?]
And the ultimate insult? |
After six years… he’d fallen for the stand–in![]
Humiliation burned through Eleanor.
As the twins swayed, already tipsy again, she smirked.]
No time for brats. She had a plan. []
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The brothers she’d hired? Long gone abroad. []
She just needed to reel Seth back in before Fiona surfaced. []
And the easiest way? Eleanor dug her nails into her palm, fury warring with desperation.
Become the copy.
Fiona had used her face to steal Seth. Now, she’d use that same face to steal him back. []
Poetic. She’d get pregnant this time. Force his hand. []
The brats were nearly ruined. Everything would go back to normal![]
…..]
Seth finished the last report well past midnight. []
Exhaustion weighed him down as he entered the silent mansion.[]
He remembered. Every night before, no matter how late, he’d rush home for dinner. []
Connor and Chloe would barrel towards him. Fiona, apron tied, bustling in the kitchen.
The warm, messy symphony of family life.[]
Now? He’d thrown it away. The ache for Fiona was a physical thing.]
A sound. From the kitchen.]
He froze. A figure moved in the dimness.
Moonlight caught loose strands of hair, the silhouette of an apron. Chopping vegetables.[]
“Fiona!”
Elation of reunion surged through Seth. Throat tight, eyes stinging, he crossed the room in three strides, pulling the figure into a crushing embrace.
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