Amy's POV
I slowly descended down the stairs and finally got close to them. I took my time in studying the girl in front of me. We're not family but we look very similar. I'm not joking when I say we have similar facial structures, hair, eye color and even body type.
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked him, totally ignoring the girl.
I don't know why I felt this incredible amount of anger deep inside me. I couldn't stand looking at the two of them together. They were kissing which meant they knew each other. Damien is such a bastard.
Why do I feel like I don't need an explanation and I understand this situation perfectly? She looks like me which means I'm a substitute and she's probably with him. He really told me he was playing with me and I had some hopes.
"Amelia, what a
