“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.”