er's

ndre with white hair beneath me. Andre d

id she get this

n I stopped her. My hand firmly on her, locking her to the

I knew instantly that she had changed her hair color. I thought she just dyed her re

thing but a wig and that the real ha

what she wants. She wants to escape my

am going to make life a living hell for her, not only because she humili

ne my

She claimed never to have been in New York but she was

ot a d

e is Andre, not some fucking Jasmine. She has that tattoo, sh

th

dence. She is Andre and I

t of her reverie. I step down from the bed quickly, m

ith white hair before and

s upright in bed and quickly puts

em and they bow. One of them is holding a tray of

surprise for them. I intended to take her to her parent's

maids to take the exit out, my mind jumbled

ek like a dove? Why does she look nervous all the ti

my way to the bar. I don't get what is happening and

ut out a stool and grab a bottle

p to fish out my phone from my pants pocke

nstantly, my mind going bac

amongst the shareholders of my father's compa

we started on the right foot. She poured her wine on me and humiliated

one of the youngest billionaires in the city, that didn

r father needed my help and I took advantage of him. I struc

father do the talking. I don't know how he did it but she made me b

r the humiliation but what

pulls me out of my though

his can be the only explanation for the str

ay. Being a twin is the only thing that can conv

quietly and falls silent, then he gasps. "

ng her. But after placing them on surveillance for two weeks

s. Anytime we find her, she always manages to s

nd her

UK and onc

her. I will vis

r, are

. That answers it. Andre isn't a twin

dre. The more I try to think about it, the more convinced I

ve her the benef

rom wherever she must be hiding to come to sav

the punishment for the humiliati

t in the process. My ego was br

t she has come back to. She is going to

er my roof and nose is Andre, the woman who ran away and left me

one on the bar counter before takin

. People don't step on my toes be

nce or twice. She deserv

don't really care whether they tell me she is Andre or not. They wou

two maids come out. I ignore them and enter the room bef

her head bowed. She hoists her head up the momen

rents in an hour and we are getting

is trying to process what I am wrong. Sud

pleading with me with her eyes as

eave the room with a