Her Sister's Ruinous Gambit

My twin sister, Victoria, was feverishly obsessed with the glitz and power of high society, and she vowed to marry into a top-tier elite family.

She set her sights on the unofficial king of Veridia City—Zach Garcia, the heir to the Garcia Group. At the time, Zach was recuperating from an "accidental" car crash, so Victoria infiltrated his life as a temporary caregiver. However, she quickly grew bored with the tedious job and forced me to take her place.

She didn't know that the moment I discovered the star tattoo on the inside of Zach's wrist, a pattern only I could understand, our fates were already tightly intertwined.

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My twin sister, Victoria, was obsessed with the lavish life of a socialite. Her singular ambition was to marry into a top-tier family and lead a life of glittering excess.

She set her sights on Zach Garcia, the heir to the global Garcia Group in Veridia City, who was recovering from a car crash arranged by a business rival. Posing as a temporary caregiver, she managed to worm her way into his life.

But she soon grew bored with the charade and forced me to take her place.

When Zach finally recovered and hosted a grand charity gala, Victoria decided to drug him with a powerful psychoactive substance to secure her position as the next Mrs. Garcia.

This time, I didn't stop her. I even confirmed the location of the top-floor suite for her, making her plan that much easier.

In my past life, I had pleaded with Victoria, warning her that high society wasn't a romance novel. A man like Zach was a ruthless tycoon—not someone to be trifled with. To my surprise, she'd actually listened and called off her plan.

But soon, news broke that Zach was engaged to another socialite. Just like that, Victoria's grand fantasy shattered.

She blamed me for ruining her "dream." My parents blamed me, too. They hit me. They cursed me. They insisted it was my fault Victoria had failed to marry Zach.

One rainy night, Victoria had a complete breakdown. In the middle of a heated argument, she sent me plunging from the second-floor balcony.

Now, I had a second chance. I’d woken up on the night of Zach's charity gala.

"Now that he's recovered, you don't have to pretend to be me anymore."

My twin sister, Victoria Davenport, stood before me with a twisted smile. She dangled a small vial in her hand like a rare treasure. "This stuff works wonders. It cost me a fortune, but one drop in his drink, and I'll be the next Mrs. Garcia!"

Her expression was triumphant as she fantasized about seducing the Garcia family's feared "fixer"—Zach Garcia—and reigning over the city's business empire as his wife.

I remained calm, unlike in my past life, making no attempt to talk her out of it.

"Alright," I said flatly. "Good luck."

But Victoria wasn't about to let me off that easily. She seized my arm, leaned in close, and lowered her voice.