[Stand-in + brother-in-law romance + love after marriage + contract marriage]
The day my sister fell from the building, she sent me one last message:
“If I die, marry him in my place. Don’t believe a word he says.”
I put on my sister’s white dress and married the man who drove every woman in the city wild.
On our wedding night, he gripped my chin, his gaze icy:
“Who are you, really?”
I thought I was nothing but my sister’s stand-in.
Then I found her diary. On the last page, words written in blood read:
“He knows about my plan. He’s here.”
That was when I realized my sister had been my stand-in from the beginning.
And I had already stepped into the deadly script he had written for the two of us.
