Four
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“You think she ran away!?” I run my fingers through my hair trying hard not to panic.
It’s four days to our wedding and Freya has been missing for the past three days. She had been acting weird since the announcement was made but kept assuring me everything was fine.
She even went through the engagement before suddenly disappearing.
“She said she didn’t want to get married the last time we spoke but I didn’t think she was serious,” Avia says.
I groan. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Don’t overthink it. It's possible she just took a mini vacation and didn't tell anyone."
I hold the urge to laugh. "Four days to her wedding?"
"I know it's crazy even for her but don't overthink it. She might still return. Why don’t you go out to take your mind off things? I got tickets to your favourite band’s concert.”
I start replying him but then I turn around and see my step-father standing behind me.
“I’ll call you back,” I say and hang up.
I head for the living room's exit but his voice stops me. “The skank you wanted to bring home as a bride ran away? I knew you were worthless but never to this extent.”
I ignore him and continue walking but he doesn’t stop talking.
“You weren’t man enough to handle her and now you can’t handle the truth.”
I’m almost at the staircase.
“You let her lend her p***y out to every available d**k. If she didn’t respect your mother, I would have probably had my way with her!”
I don’t know how I reach him but the next minute I’m grabbing him by the throat and slamming his head against the wall. I choke him until he turns blue before deciding he’s not worth it. I let him go and he slumps to the ground, gasping for his breath.
As I proceed to the front door, I place a call to Avia.
“Send the tickets and the venue to the concert, I’m on my way.”
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The noise around me is deafening. I can barely hear the song being performed. Avia is nowhere to be seen and I’m almost certain he didn’t get VIP tickets on purpose to piss me off.
I've just decided to leave when I see Freya. I do a double take. She’s not standing too far away from where I am and she’s cheering on the singers on stage.
I call her name and when she doesn’t answer, I walk to her and drag her away from the crowd. She thrashes around, trying to free herself from my grip but I don’t let go until we’re in the parking lot.
“Are you insane!?” she yells, the moment I let go of her.
“I’m insane!? I’ve been looking for you for the past three days!”
“I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about,” she says.
She attempts to walk away but I pull her back, slam her against the van parked behind us and pin her there.
“Let go of me!”
She tries to wriggle away but I tighten my grip.
“If you didn’t want to get married you should have just told me!” I’m shouting now but I don’t care.
Her eyes water. “You’re hurting me.”
That’s when I realize that my nails are digging into her skin. I loosen my grip for just a second and she takes the chance to push me away.
She picks up a large stone before I can react and points it at me. “If you come near me, I’ll smash your head.”
“Freya, calm dow—”
“Who the hell is Freya!? Are you mental!?” she asks.
My brows furrow. “What are—”
“I’m calling the cops,” she says, bringing out her phone.
“Freya—”
“I AM NOT FREYA!”
Her words ring in my ear and I take my time to look at her. She has exactly the same face and body as Freya but her dressing style is different and her hair is curly.
Freya’s hair is naturally curly but the last time I saw her hair like that was when we were twelve before she straightened the hell out of it. My eyes move to her neck but it’s missing the rose tattoo Freya has.
“If you’re not Freya, who are you?”
“Go away!” She starts leaving but I hold her arm and she flinches away from me.
I raise my hands in surrender. “I won’t touch you. But I need your help.”
She eyes me wearily. “Why would I help you?”
“I know this might sound crazy but I have a fiancée who looks just like you and she ran away.”
“I can see why.”
I roll my eyes. “My wedding is in four days. Can you come to my house and act as her until she returns?”
“I don’t believe you.”
I sigh and bring out my phone. I spend the next few minutes showing her pictures of me and Freya and her social media pages.
“Wow, we could pass off as twins,” she says, scrolling through Freya’s i********:. “But I’m not helping you.” She hands me back my phone and starts walking away.
“I’ll pay you.”
She continues walking.
“Ten million dollars.”
Her step falters and she turns around to me with her brows almost at her hairline. “Be real.”
“Do you have an Apple pay account? I can send you $10,000 right now.”
“Hold on, I need to know what I’m getting myself into. All I have to do is replace your fiancée, right? What if she doesn’t return before the wedding?”
“You’ll get married to me. I’ll pay you extra.”
“And if she never returns, will I be stuck married to you?”
I take a deep breath, running my fingers through my hair. “I’m doing this for our families and mostly for my mother. I can’t upset her in this condition . . . she doesn’t have long left to live. If Freya doesn’t return, we’ll get a divorce in a year. A divorce would be less scandalous than the heiress of the Medina family running away and dumping the Levine heir at the altar.”
She chews her lips as she thinks. “When do I start?”
My phone rings interrupting the reply I’m about to give her. It’s my mother’s caretaker so I quickly pick the call.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Your mother wants to see you.”
“Why?”
“Sir came in here not too long ago and told her that your fiancée ran away.”
I grit my teeth. That son of a b***h. “I’m on my way.”
I end the call and turn back to her. “You start now.” My eyes drift to her clothes. “But first you need to change those.”
“Why?”
“Freya wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that.”
She frowns. “What’s wrong with them?”
“They look cheap.”
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