No Longer Their Pawn, Now His Bride

For five years, I lived as a ghost in my own body, a replacement for the dead twin sister I never knew. My family held my dream of becoming a designer hostage, forcing me into a contract after they'd already sabotaged my future as a concert pianist.

On the night the contract was set to end, my younger brother found my secret portfolio. In a blind rage, he tore my life's work to shreds and shoved me to the ground.

I landed hard, my left hand slamming against a table with a sickening crack. It was my drawing hand. It was broken.