Never Meant to be Seen
READING AGE 18+
Struggling artist Sofia Leonie has one shot at saving her father's life: sixty thousand dollars to impersonate Isabelle Ashworth, a missing heiress whose face she shares by an unsettling coincidence no one will explain. All she has to do is play the perfect fiancée for three weeks, seal a merger disguised as a marriage between the Ashworth and Alfie empires, and disappear with the money before anyone notices the difference.The role should be simple. It isn't.From the moment she signs the contract, Sofia is buried in a stranger's life — a childhood she never lived, a dead horse she never owned, a signature she has to make her own. But the closer she gets to becoming Isabelle, the more she realizes someone played this role before her, and vanished for asking the wrong questions. Her handler, Mia Stilio, knows details about Sofia's own life she should have no way of knowing. Her own father goes quiet every time she asks about the mother she never got to know.Then there's Arlo Alfie — cold, controlling, and far too perceptive for a marriage that was supposed to be strictly business. He notices what shouldn't be noticeable. He collects secrets like other men collect watches. And the more he unravels of Sofia's performance, the more she starts to wonder if he already knows exactly who she isn't — and is choosing, for reasons of his own, to let her keep pretending anyway.Just as the lines between performance and truth begin to blur, a woman appears out of nowhere at the engagement gala, calling Sofia by Isabelle's name — and claiming to be a sister no file ever mentioned.Sofia came here to disappear into someone else's life long enough to save her father. She never expected to fall into a family built on secrets far more dangerous than her own — or to start wondering whether the missing heiress didn't just disappear, but was erased.
Unfold
“You're lying.”
The words came out before I could stop them, but Konstantin didn't look surprised. He simply watched me from across the room, the folder still open in his hand as though he had been expecting that exact response.
“Of course that's what you want to believe.”
“I know Ar……
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