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A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 677    |    Released on: 18/08/2025

l, just a few floors below me. Carter was

d fragile. She clutched Carter' s hand, her eyes wide with fake fear. There were no marks on he

ough for me to hear. "What if she tries to hurt m

session, his desperate need to be her savior. She even threat

ng with triumph. She was blaming me, painting me as a

f coldness, a chilling resolve in his eyes. He was trapped in he

day, Gia se

hing for me. Y

Fear of what he was capable of. Fear of anothe

rotest. I threw my few belongings int

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re going?" he asked, hi

I said, trying

grip like steel. "You'

ded. "I' m not a threat to her!

message, about Gia' s mani

a terrifying certainty. "She won' t be safe as long as you loo

to do?" I asked, my voi

crossed his face. "No. I'

at came next were the most

of her from you. I will make you someone else. Someone plain. Someone

s problem. He was going to mutilate me, to rob me of the very last piece of mys

have a new face, we can start over. No one will know who you are. We can be happy." He cares

his touch as if

insane,"

of my room, down the hallway, toward the surgical wing. Hospital staff

going to carve up my face, destroy w

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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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