My Vagina

I was given as a gift to the gloomy and cruel Master Zhan. He stared at me with cold eyes: "You don't need to do anything, just be her shadow." The woman he was talking about was the missing bride—my twin sister. Everyone thought that my sister disappeared because she ran away from marriage. I thought so too. Until I found my sister's muddy wedding dress, broken mobile phone and scattered jewelry in the abandoned flower room cellar in the back garden. Those things were like a skin that had been peeled off, and it gave me chills all over. "She is here." Zhan Tingchen's voice came from behind me, "At least, this is the last place she stayed." His tone was terrifyingly calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. But then, he pushed me against the wall and with red eyes tore off the white dress that my sister often wore: "Don't imitate her! You are not allowed to imitate her!" In his uncontrollable breathing, I smelled blood and obsession. I wanted to escape, but found that the entire villa was covered with surveillance cameras, and the way he looked at me became more and more like he was looking at a living person, rather than a substitute. It wasn't until my sister sent me a distress message that I realized that this marriage was a charade from beginning to end. My father is the chess piece of the old man of the Zhan family, my sister is the spy sent by my father to steal things, and I am the backup plan for all of them. Zhan Tingchen already knew everything. He held my face covered in mud on a rainy night and said softly: "I really hope you weren't her from the beginning." But no one told me that we sisters