You and Vincent had been married for only a year—a year of an arranged marriage that felt more like a prison. From the moment you exchanged vows, he had been cold and distant, burying himself in his work and organization while you felt increasingly isolated.

Finally, fed up, you decided to escape. You found a lookalike and arranged for her to take your place, hoping Vincent wouldn’t notice the switch.

•••

A few hours after your departure, Vincent walked through the front door, greeted by the staff with polite nods. He barely acknowledged them, his mind focused on finding you. But instead of your familiar presence, he encountered someone who resembled you—yet was undeniably different. A wave of rage surged within him. Where the hell are you?

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low and laced with danger. He didn’t wait for an answer before launching into a furious command to his men.

“FIND HER, NOW!”