Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I saw the video tape,” she whispers, betrayal in her eyes. “I don’t know what to say to you, Saskia. I really liked you, I thought—”
“I have a twin sister,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. I clear it.
Scarlett blinks. “Pardon me?”
“The sister, who slept with Enzo, she is my twin. I never told anyone, because, well, I was ashamed. She’s half of me. Cut from the same cloth. I was embarrassed and ashamed, so I left that part out. If you don’t believe me, go and find my phone, or better yet, look her up on Facebook right now on your own phone.”
Scarlett hesitates but pulls out her phone. That kind of hurts, because she doesn’t fully believe me. If she did, she wouldn’t check. Minute by minute, my heart is closing off. I’m hurt that nobody has any faith in me. Really, maybe unfairly, hurt. I mutter Yolanda’s profile name, and Scarlett looks it up.
There is a photo of the both of us on there, that should be enough proof. We’re identical in every way, she even enjoys making her hair look just like mine to spite me. She’s always done it, and I hate it.
“Oh,” Scarlett whispers. “You two are ...”
“Identical, yes,” I mutter. “And I’m telling you, it was not me who stole from Mason. I have no idea how she did it, but I would never do something so ... cruel.”
“Oh,” Scarlett says, looking up at me. “Why didn’t you just say something?”
“Because until a few minutes ago, I didn’t put two and two together. I didn’t honestly know what he was accusing me of, and then I realized when he said he saw me stealing, that I couldn’t deny it, and I knew, I knew straight away. Yolanda. Of course she would do something like that. Enzo couldn’t get what he wanted from me, it’s the perfect plan, considering she looks just like me. I just don’t know how she got ...”
The car accident, I left the front door open.
I close my eyes and exhale. But then how did she know the safe code? Unless ...
“Oh, god,” I whisper.
“What is it?” Amalie asks.
“It wasn’t just my sister, it was Mason’s sister, too,” I say, clenching my eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths. “I’m so incredibly stupid.”
“Explain,” Scarlett says, kneeling in front of me. “What happened, every detail.”
“Mason’s sister ‘crashed’ her car right outside of his house. I went running out, didn’t think, left the door open. I had to escort her to the hospital, which she not once protested about, and of course she didn’t, it was a freaking set up. She wants Mason’s mother’s jewelry, and Yolanda wants money. The two of them met one night out front of Mason’s house; obviously they decided to come up with a plan to take what they both thought they deserved. Yolanda probably got told she’d get a cut, and it’s a genius plan, really. She just had to go into the house, looking exactly like me, nobody would even question it. If someone did happen to be there, they wouldn’t think twice. Theresa would have given her the safe code ...”
“Oh. My. God,” Scarlett whispers. “Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get more fucked up. I’m going to call Mason in here, you need to tell him and—”
“No,” I snap. “No. He tied me up and never gave me a chance. No. I am not explaining shit to him. What I am going to do is go and find my sister and get back what belongs to him and then get on with my damned life.”
Amalie’s face goes soft as she joins Scarlett. “I saw the video tape. She looks exactly like you. It’s hard to be able to explain that away in your head, you have to know that, honey. What he saw was you.”
Shame punches me in the chest for being so upset, but I can’t help it. I’m hurt. So hurt.
“Yeah, maybe so, but the way he’s treated me, I didn’t deserve that. I’ll tell him, when I go and get her and drag her sorry ass back here. But you need to let me go so I can do that. I know where she is. I need to sort her out once and for all, because this time, she’s taken to trying to destroy my life way too seriously.”
Scarlett hesitates, and I look her in the eyes. “I’m not a liar, Scarlett. If you think I’m going to do a runner, and that I really have the jewelry, then you can come with me. You can come along and follow me every step of the way. But she is not getting away with this. Not anymore. She’s ruined my life enough.”
Scarlett reaches out, key in hand, and uncuffs me. “I saw Mason put these down, he doesn’t know I have them,” she explains, releasing me. “And I do trust you. Fully. Go and find your sister, and I’ll tell them I let you go.”