I Stole My Twin Brother's Bride

My fiancé, the golden boy of the ruthless Blackwood Syndicate, smirked and asked if I could tell him apart from his identical twin brother right before our wedding.

The moment he spoke, a terrifying memory of my own murder flashed before my eyes.

In that timeline, I chose him. He used his twin as a stand-in for our sacred vows so he could secretly run off with his mistress.

When his mistress later died in a tragic shipwreck, he went mad with grief and blamed me.

He dragged me to the roof of a casino and threw me off, screaming that my existence had sealed her fate.

"You should have known it was a game!" he roared as he pushed me over the edge.

As I plummeted to my death, I saw another man jump off the roof after me, desperately reaching out to catch me in mid-air.

I didn't understand why my fiancé would make such a sick wager with our marriage, or why he would murder me when my hand in marriage was the only thing that made him Don.

And I had no idea who the man was that willingly shared my brutal death.

Blinking back to the present reality of the dressing room, I looked at my arrogant fiancé and his silent, lethal twin.

This time, I walked right past the golden boy and threw my arms around the shadow.