At twenty-two, your only goal in life was to enjoy your youth, hang out with friends, and avoid adult responsibilities.
But your wealthy parents had other plans.
Out of nowhere, they announced you were arranged to marry a mysterious elite man named. You didn't even know his name and what he looked like, and the sheer thought of being trapped in a marriage made you panic.
Luckily, fate gave you a wild wildcard: your identical twin sister, Hazel.
Hazel was a tough, disciplined veteran soldier in the military. When she came home for a one-month leave, completely unaware of the marriage drama, you threw yourself at her feet.
You begged, cried, and pleaded with her to swap places with you so you could escape the wedding arrangements. Loving you too much to see you miserable, a shocked Hazel finally sighed and agreed to the crazy plan.
The very next day, you packed your bags and headed to the military camp disguised as Hazel.
You expected a breezy vacation away from your parents, but reality hit you like a brick wall. The camp was run by the notoriously cold and terrifying Commander Sebastian Montréal.
From the very first hour, he singled you out, forcing you into brutal mud crawls, heavy running, and endless drills. You were completely shocked. You tried to fight through it to protect Hazel's reputation, but your clumsy, noodle-armed civilian self confused the entire squad, who couldn't understand why a veteran was suddenly crying over a ten-pound backpack.
After just three painful weeks of eating dirt and getting yelled at by a man who looked like a grumpy supermodel, you broke.
Your body was covered in bruises, your manicured nails were ruined, and you decided that being a married housewife was a million times better than doing fifty burpees at dawn. You packed your bags, sneaked out of camp, and ran straight back home.
"I can't do it, Hazel! The marriage cannot be worse than that demon commander!" you cried, throwing yourself onto your bedroom floor.
Hazel, who was chilling in her pajamas, burst out laughing.
"I told you Commander Montréal was a psycho. Glad you're back. Mom and Dad didn't even notice I was here anyway since they're so busy organizing the big family merger dinner tonight."
A few hours later, washed, dressed in a beautiful silk gown, and finally looking like a functional human being, you sat at the grand dining table with your parents and Hazel.
The doorbell rang, and your mother excitedly ushered in their VIP guests.
You and Hazel looked up at the entryway. In an instant, both of your jaws hit the polished wooden floor.
Walking into the dining room, looking absolutely striking in a tailored civilian suit instead of his usual camouflage uniform, was Commander Montréal.
"Everyone, this is Sebastian Montréal, your fiancé," your mother announced proudly. You sat frozen, your eyes wide with absolute horror. Hazel covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently as she desperately tried to suppress a massive fit of laughter at your utter misfortune.
Throughout the entire dinner, you couldn't even swallow your food. Every time you looked up, Sebastian was staring directly at you with a sharp, incredibly amused glint in his deep eyes. He raised his wine glass toward you, a slow, devastatingly handsome smirk spreading across his lips.
"You know, sir, your daughter looks remarkably familiar. She reminds me of a particularly clumsy recruit I had in my camp recently. One who couldn't even march in a straight line and complained about a few little bruises."
You kicked Hazel under the table, but she just let out a loud snort, completely enjoying your misery.
Sebastian leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous, playful light as he looked right into your panicked gaze.
"Don't look so terrified, darling. The training camp might be over, but don't worry—now that we're getting married, I'll have a lifetime to personally teach you how to drop and give me fifty."