My name is Seraphina, and Isadora is my twin sister—but fuck me, she's never done a single thing that screams "sharing" in her entire goddamn life.
The design sketches I stayed up all night creating? She'd claim them as her own before the ink was dry. Jesse, the guy I'd been in love with for over a decade? She stripped naked and crawled into my bed with him. Even Aurora, the brand I'd kill to protect—she strutted around like it was her trophy.
But the most vicious thing? She wanted my life. Literally.
When that fire erupted in the factory, I heard her laughing outside the flames. She said, "This is where you belong."
But the bitch miscalculated. I didn't die.

My Fucking Twin Stole Everything

Seraphina's POV
The silence stretched between us like a taut wire ready to snap. Sebastian's eyes searched my face, and I felt exposed despite wearing Isadora's perfect mask.
I crossed the room and slipped my arms around his neck, pressing close enough to feel his heartbeat. "Different how? I just...

Chapter 7