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A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 705    |    Released on: 18/08/2025

lt it. A change in the atmosphere. The cheer

g embodiment of a scandal. I could

t' s

psyc

and started walking toward the stage at the far end

amed. "It' s her! The

b of hate. People surged toward

iar

t ou

he wrong person, that I wasn' t

r rage. They didn' t want the truth.

ere to hurt Gia aga

he front of my dress, sticking to my skin. Then som

me, pulling at my hair. I tried to fight back, t

side of the head. Pain exploded behind my

standing near the exit, watching. Carter had a protective arm ar

Carter' s eyes met mine. I saw a fl

, my voice raw with de

Gia let out a small, theatrical cry and

k to her instantly. He scooped her up into his arms a

ia' s face over Carter' s shoulder. She

was lost beneath a sea of kicking feet and angry shouts. A sharp pain shot through my

d finally done it. T

r, mocking echo in my mind. He had chosen to save her, to save his precious, perfect original

thought I was going to die right there,

he chaos, a voi

All of you

e me. He was the man from the fire,

shoulder. "Are you o

en in years. He wasn' t looking at me like I was a mons

, but all that c

own body. He led me out of the ballroom, away fro

last thing I felt before I blacked out was t

And now, he had saved me fr

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A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife
A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife
“I was a good architect, overseeing my dream project, until a fire on the 45th floor burned my life to the ground. I saved a man, but in return, the flames took my face and my future, leaving me a disfigured monster. Then he appeared like a savior-Carter Long, the brilliant plastic surgeon I'd secretly loved for years. He promised to restore me. He promised to protect me. He even married me. After two years of painful surgeries, the day the final bandages came off, he handed me a mirror. The face staring back was a beautiful stranger's. He showed me a photo of an influencer, a woman named Gia. "My one true love," he said, a wistful look in his eyes. I had been sculpted into her perfect replica. His plan was monstrous. I was to be her body double, a living shield to protect her from scandals. "You are my masterpiece," he said coldly. "You owe me." I stared at the man I had married, the man who promised to save me. He threatened to release photos of my burned face if I disobeyed. He wasn't my savior; he was my creator and my jailer. My reflection mocked me. I wasn't Alysha Jones anymore. I was a copy, a counterfeit trapped in a gilded cage built on his obsession. And I had no way out.”
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