The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 3 A Glimmer in the Dark Web

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the doorknob to her room, a

picture of preppy perfection in her Sterling Prep uniform. He

Blair said, moving closer, reaching out to take

nd to miss its target. She looked at her stepsister,

yes before being expertly masked again. "I know you're upset," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratoria

mbarrassing, unstable screw-up, the perfect foil to Blair's golden-girl p

his. She turned, opened her door, and sh

posters of vapid-looking male celebrities. The air was thick with the cloying scent o

space. On the cluttered vanity, a small, antique silver locket caught her eye. She picked it up. Empty. A fragment of memory supplied the context: the betrothal gift from t

ctronics the other one might have stashed. Finally, in the back of the cavernous walk-i

he desktop wallpaper-with contemptuous ease. Notifications from a dozen social media apps began pin

ed into an encrypted email account on a dark web forum, a secure channel

new message, sent a week ago. Th

ad on the Ghost Orchid.

hical epiphyte known for its unique alkaloids, which had neuro-regenerativ

ivals, occasionally allies, trading information in a world of shadows and code

y was th

n. Deta

appeared. It contained a single, heavily encrypted f

re not the on

nates. Not in Nevada. Here. On the outskirts o

h her, momentarily eclipsing the pain

had to get out

rim reminder that her time was running out

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The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback

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“I woke up in a squalid apartment with a splitting headache, realizing I had lost an entire year of my life. For twelve months, my body had been piloted by someone else. Before I could even process the agony in my brain, the family butler dragged me back to my wealthy, toxic home. That's when I found out my "other self" had publicly drugged Clay Tate, a prominent heir, turning me into a desperate, unhinged laughingstock. My father didn't care about my blackouts or the blinding pain in my head. He froze all my accounts and threatened me. "You will get on your knees, and you will apologize to their son." My stepmother fanned the flames of his rage, while my stepsister Blair played the perfect, concerned angel, secretly ensuring the whole school gossiped about how pathetic I was. When I went to school, everyone looked at me with pure disgust, treating me like a diseased pariah. I didn't even remember doing any of it. Why had the other me targeted Clay so obsessively? And to make matters worse, the only cure for my neurological torture-a rare Ghost Orchid-was snatched right in front of me by my cold-blooded arranged fiancé, Julian Astor-Vance. I refused to be their helpless scapegoat for another second. I tracked the billionaire down to a dingy convenience store and blocked his wheelchair. "Give it back to me." This time, I was taking control of my own life.”