Chapter 1 Prologue

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Five years ago, a bitter betrayal by two sisters led to their ex-boyfriend's imprisonment. Now he's back - a dark, vengeful force determined to destroy the woman who ruined him. But there's a catch: he doesn't know the sisters are twins.

Chloe is the fun-loving, teasing prankster who stays in town, while Jessica, the spoiled and ruthless rich brat, has been away living her luxury life out of state. Jessica returns unexpectedly, dripping with arrogance and entitlement, making life hell for everyone around her.

When the ex-boyfriend mistakes Chloe for Jessica, he targets the wrong sister - and Chloe decides to play along, teasing him and keeping him at arm's length. But as danger closes in, old secrets and lies start unraveling, forcing both sisters to confront their past betrayals and their complicated feelings.

Love, comedy, and dark twists collide in this story of mistaken identity, revenge, and unexpected romance - where the real battle is not just with the ex, but between the sisters themselves.

🌺 SISTERS🌺

Episode 1

🌺HIS RETURN 🌺

Chloe laughed, tossing her hair back as she pranked her twin sister one more time. "Come on, Jess, lighten up! You act like you're still mad at your ex-wait, isn't he supposed to be rotting in jail right now?"

Jessica shot Chloe a sharp look but couldn't help smirking. "Some wounds don't heal that fast, Chloe."

Chloe winked. "Yeah, yeah. But hey, five years is a long time. Maybe he's moved on... or maybe he's coming back for payback."

Before Jessica could answer, the door slammed open. A tall figure stepped inside, eyes like storm clouds - calm, dangerous. Chloe's grin faltered. "Uh... Jess? Do you know this guy?"

Jessica's jaw tightened. "I'd know that look anywhere. He's back."

Chloe crossed her arms, smirking again. "And he thinks I'm you."

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Great. Just great. This is going to be a disaster."

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~TWO WEEKS LATER ~

Rain drizzled over the city, soaking the sidewalk and turning the streets into slick ribbons of reflection. Chloe pulled her hoodie over her head and ducked into the corner café, shaking off the wet like a dog. It was Monday - her least favorite day - but she was determined to annoy at least three people before noon.

"Large iced caramel latte, extra shot of sarcasm," she told the barista with a wink.

The barista rolled his eyes. "You again."

"Don't act like you're not obsessed with me, Ethan."

Chloe's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen: Jessica's flight lands in two days.

She sighed. The golden sister. The brat. The one everyone thought had moved to the States for some high-end fashion internship. Chloe had stayed behind - same city, same college, same part-time job, same people asking, "Aren't you related to that girl who-?"

The whispers never died. But no one really knew the truth. They didn't know there were two of them. That there were two faces behind that five-year-old betrayal.

She stirred her drink with her straw, smirking to herself. Jessica's return would stir up a lot more than gossip.

Outside, the café door creaked open.

Chloe barely looked up - until she felt it. A presence. Cold, sharp, familiar. Her gaze snapped toward the door.

A man stood there, soaked, his black hoodie dripping water onto the floor. Tall. Sharp jaw. Dark eyes that scanned the room like a wolf scenting prey.

And then... his eyes locked onto hers.

He walked straight toward her.

Chloe blinked. "Can I help-"

Before she could finish, he dropped into the seat across from her.

"Well, well," he said, voice smooth as smoke. "Didn't think I'd find you this fast."

Chloe's brow furrowed. "Do I know you?"

He leaned closer, smirking darkly. "Don't play innocent, Jessica."

Chloe's heart skipped.

Oh, hell.

He thought she was Jessica.

And worse - he looked like someone who didn't come back to say hi.

She sipped her latte, calm as ever. "Depends. Are you here to kill me, or buy me coffee?"

The man didn't smile. "Funny. Still the same."

Chloe tilted her head, pretending to think. "You're not a cop, right? Or, like, a stalker? Because I have pepper spray and terrible aim."

He leaned back, eyes narrowing. "You ruined my life. You think I came back for coffee?"

Oh, this is gonna be fun, Chloe thought.

She gave him her sweetest, most annoying smile. "Well, you're definitely not my type - but keep trying."

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Chloe didn't blink.

She had been in awkward situations before - accidentally texting her professor "I love you," walking into the boys' locker room thinking it was the art class - but this was new.

She was being stared down by a vengeful ex-con who thought she was her evil twin.

And yet... she was enjoying it.

"You're quiet now," he said. "Didn't expect that."

"Oh, I'm just trying to remember which of your many emotional breakdowns this one is," Chloe said, propping her chin on her hand. "Do I know your name, or should I keep calling you Broody McThreatening?"

His eyes darkened. "You really don't remember me?"

She shrugged. "My memory's fuzzy. All I remember from five years ago is passing my exams and not going to jail. So, forgive me if your face doesn't pop up right away."

His jaw clenched.

Okay. Chloe felt the tension rise like a warning. Whoever he was, he wasn't playing games.

But she was.

Because if he thought she was Jessica... that meant Jessica's past had officially come back - and Chloe had the front-row seat.

"You're still so smug," he muttered. "I spent five years rotting, and you get to sit here sipping caramel lattes."

Chloe's eyes sharpened slightly behind her teasing expression. Five years. So it was him. The one everyone whispered about but never named. The one Jessica swore "deserved it."

But the details? Jessica never shared.

And neither did Chloe. Not the full truth. Not about what really happened.

Chloe leaned forward. "Listen, mystery man. If you're here for drama, you picked the wrong girl. I'm a Gemini with ADHD and zero filter. Revenge plots? You might want to take a number."

A beat passed.

Then, unexpectedly, he smirked.

"Still full of yourself, huh?" he said. "Fine. We'll play it your way for now. But don't get comfortable."

Chloe offered him a mock salute. "Wouldn't dream of it."

He stood, towering over her for just a second longer than necessary, then turned and left - leaving a trail of cold air and wet footprints.

As soon as the door shut, Chloe let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

She pulled out her phone and typed a quick message:

TO: Jessica

> Hey, sis. Hope the private jet's comfy. Just a heads up - your past showed up at my coffee shop and thinks I'm you.

Might want to hurry back before I fall in love with your scary ex.

She hit send with a wicked grin.

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~FLASHBACK~

His name was Damien Cross.

Once, five years ago, he was a name whispered in hallways and gasped at in tabloids. The golden heir of the Cross empire - a multibillion-dollar legacy built on steel, shipping, and silent threats.

Back then, he had it all: power, money, a future paved in gold. But he gave it all up for a girl.

Jessica.

No one knew how they met. Some said she stalked him for clout. Others claimed he chased her like a storm, obsessed from the start. The truth? Buried somewhere in the ashes of what came after.

Damien Cross was seventeen when he was arrested - cuffed like a criminal in front of flashing cameras, his father's reputation crumbling like rotted marble.

Charges: insider fraud, stolen documents, and tampering with sensitive business intel. The scandal nearly wrecked the family empire.

He never spoke a word in court. Took the fall without dragging anyone down. His father disowned him. The world forgot him.

Jessica vanished shortly after.

No one connected the dots - not until Damien walked free five years later, a ghost turned storm.

The press didn't notice. The world had moved on.

But Chloe had just met the hurricane.

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~END OF FLASHBACK~

Damien stood in the rooftop parking lot of his penthouse hotel, city lights flickering like static below him. The rain had stopped. The air smelled like gasoline and rage.

He gripped the edge of the concrete ledge, knuckles white. His jaw clenched.

She didn't even recognize me.

He thought seeing "Jessica" again would bring rage. Closure. Maybe a satisfying breakdown.

But instead, she had laughed at him.

Mocked him.

Played dumb.

Or was she playing a new game?

Either way, Damien knew one thing: he was done playing fair.

She had destroyed his future. She had smiled while he was led away in handcuffs. And now she was sitting in cafés, sipping lattes like nothing ever happened?

No.

He didn't just want revenge.

He wanted her to beg for forgiveness.

To feel the betrayal he had felt.

To lose everything - the way he had.

And this time, he wasn't some lovesick fool with money. He was the Cross heir with nothing to lose.