Our wedding was quiet and private. Nicolas insisted his family preferred simplicity. I wore a white lace gown as he led me to the grand villa — silent, ancient, surrounded by fog.
He looked exactly like him but his eyes were empty, and his lips never moved.
My heart froze. “Where is Nicolas?!” I cried.
“From this moment, you are Noah’s wife. Do not ask questions.”
Before I could react, the doors slammed shut.
Nicolas had used me to fake a marriage for his disabled brother, just to protect the family fortune.
THREE MONTHS LATER…

Every day, I had to play the role of a devoted wife inside that cold villa. Nicolas vanished after the wedding, sending only occasional envelopes of money.
Noah, though mute, quietly cared for me — setting the table, helping me cook, and leaving small notes written in delicate handwriting:
“I’m not like them.”
One stormy night, I woke to loud banging.
He grabbed me roughly:
I tried to break free, but Noah appeared from the shadows. He pushed Nicolas away and gestured desperately: Run!
I heard a struggle behind me – splashing, shouting, then silence.
When the police arrived, Nicolas’s body was found in the lake. Noah had disappeared.
THE TRUTH ABOUT THE INHERITANCE
After the funeral, I learned the truth.
The villa and all family assets were left by their late father under one strange condition:
“The estate belongs entirely to Noah.
But if Noah marries before turning thirty,
Nicolas will become the legal manager.
If Nicolas dies, all wealth must be donated to charity.”
Nicolas, though the twin, was not entitled to anything. He could only control the fortune through Noah’s legal marriage.
So he seduced me, forged a wedding, and used me as his “wife on paper” – planning to claim everything, then remove both of us. Continue reading…