After I Was Stolen Away from Myself [Narcissism]

[Selfcest!] [Past-Life Top x Present-Life Bottom] [A ten-thousand-word Zhihu-style short story]

Everyone in the capital knew Jiang Huaixiu, son of the Eldest Princess, and Tan Yu, son of the Vice Minister of Revenue, had been childhood sweethearts and were a perfect match.

I, too, once thought we would live together in harmony and love each other as we always had.

But I never expected Tan Yu to ruin my reputation for the sake of that unfavored prince.

The betrothal gifts from our engagement became forged evidence, used by him and the prince to accuse my father of corruption.

[You're just the son of a criminal. Your reputation is in tatters. What makes you think you can marry me?]

Later, he came to me looking disheveled, begging me to honor the marriage we had once promised each other. I only smiled faintly.

[You're just the son of a rebel. What makes you think I should marry you?]

I've never met anyone as strange as Jiang Jiyue: white hair, a mask, countless souls on his hands, and the emperor's feared attack dog.

His name might mean "clear moon," but nothing about his actions was bright or honorable. He was ruthless and merciless.

Yet he invited me on an outing when my reputation was in tatters.

He came to my aid when my father was framed and thrown in prison.

On my wedding night, he stormed the wedding hall, brandishing a knife to steal me away.

He took off his mask and pinned me down in my wedding clothes, kissing me by force. When I looked up in a daze, I saw a face exactly like my own...

Warnings:

1. Selfcest! Past life and present life. Nothing ever happened between me and Tan Yu, and we never even kissed! Both leads are pure, 1v1.

2. First-person narration.

Theme: I love you because you are me