REBORN FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER FOURTEEN- THE IMPOSTER

MARA'S POV

It has been almost seven months now since I became Mara.

Seven months of living like a perfect queen, seven months of my family doting on me and caring for me.

Would Father have welcomed Clara back the way he welcomes Mara? Would he have given her the company I’ve been handed?

I wonder if I would have had a family to fall back to if I had come back as Clara.

Clara was a failure.

She was a loser who depended on everyone else but Mara, Mara is perfect. The perfect daughter, wife, mother. She is everything I never was and I am not going to let anyone take my perfect position from me.

I was sitting in my office, toying with my phone and trying not to scream in rage after the phone call I just received from Harold.

He had decided to sign with the company. Under normal circumstances, I should have been excited, but something about that Vanessa lady made me anxious.

Carlson had insisted on her joining the board of directors and Carlson wasn't the kind of person to do something without a plan. I gave her the Harold test as a way to keep her out and she had passed it.

The fact that Vanessa was able to get Harold to sign with the company when he clearly wanted to sleep with her was definitely suspicious.

I wondered if she had really slept with him.

I scoffed in annoyance as I remember her catlike green eyes and confident smile.

Was she really desperate enough to sleep with Harold for a spot in the company?

Just what kind of woman is she?

Suddenly, my phone rang, and I pulled it out impatiently, about to cuss only for me to see Ben calling.

“Hey,” I answered irritably, still in a sour mood. “What do you want?”

Sometimes I still couldn't believe that I had a husband, least of all Mara's perfect husband, Ben.

He was caring, so caring and considerate that he never noticed that his real wife was gone and someone else had taken her place.

“Why are you so angry?” Ben asked, sounding more concerned than annoyed. “Did something happen at work?”

“No,” I replied quickly, taking a breath. “I am just a bit stressed, that's all.”

“Okay, well hurry home, I made your favorite pot roast and I know you like it fresh,” Ben said, and I could just imagine the proud smile on his face as he spoke.

The thing about taking someone else's place is that you just replace them. If Ben knew who I really was, then maybe he would know that I hated pot roast and baked potatoes made me nauseous.

But he didn't.

I forced a smile. “Okay, I'll be home soon,” I said before I cut the call.

Even now that the real Mara was dead, it felt like I was still competing with her.

Like I still wasn't good enough.

But my insecurities didn't matter anymore, because I was the one alive, I was the one who got to go home to her sexy husband and eat his delicious cooking.

I was the one who got to f**k him at night, and that in itself made me happy.

Emma was on her phone when I walked into the living room.

“I'm home guys!” I announced loudly, kicking off my heels.

“Welcome,” Emma mumbled, barely raising her head.

I glared at her, about to scold her when Ben walked in shirtless, with only an apron tied around his waist.

“My love,” he greeted me with the brightest smile on his face.

God he was sexy.

“Ugh,” I groaned in relief as he pulled me into a warm hug, pressing me into his hard chest. “I missed you so much.”

Ben kissed my head softly, “I missed you too.”

“Ewww,” Emma remarked, giving us a grossed out look. “I have told you guys to stop being affectionate in front of me.”

Ben laughed, slipping his hands off my body.

“And I have told you that being affectionate is how we made you,” he teased her. “If you aren't careful, your mother and I are going to make you a sibling that would appreciate us more.”

The look in Emma's face was that of pure horror.

I forced a bright smile at Ben, hoping that he was joking about making another child.

I hadn't gone through the stress of stealing my sister's identity just so I could get pregnant and ruin my body.

We had dinner in the living room and I stayed silent, watching as Emma chatted about her day in school and Ben chattered on and on about his day in the restaurant.

Later that night, after we all retired for bed, Ben's hands reached for me, pulling me into his tight embrace.

I turned to him with a knowing smile on my face, watching as he lowered his head to mine and kissed me.

Ben was a good kisser

His hand slid under my nightgown, and pulled away my panties. Before I could stop him, his fingers entered me, finding my G spot almost immediately. I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself. He always knew how to pleasure me and part of me hated it.

It made me feel like the real Mara, like our bodies were exactly the same.

“f**k,” he whispered, his breath hot on my face. “You definitely needed me tonight.”

His cockiness made me smile in amusement. I rolled on top of him before he could react, straddling his waist. His hands gripped my waist possessively, pressing me to his hard length and I smiled, grabbing his hands and pressing them to the headboard.

“No hands,” I commanded.

Ben obeyed, watching me with a hunger in his eyes as I peeled off my nightdress. I lowered myself onto him, riding him hard, each thrust driving a low moan from his throat.

I felt empowered, seeing him writhing in pleasure underneath me, the fact that he didn’t know who I really was and yet he was blind with desire, treating me like I was his wife.

It felt exquisite.

I climaxed quickly, and moments later he followed, groaning my name. He pulled me down, still smiling, kissing my forehead. “You were amazing.”

“I’m always amazing,” I scoffed, sliding off him.

I took my nightdress and slipped into the bathroom. The mirror greeted me with Mara’s face—my face now. I studied the resemblance, the uncanny perfection of it, and smiled.

Sex with Ben always left me steadier, more certain of myself. As I rinsed my face, the edges of a plan sharpened in my mind.

It was time to deal with the insect that was Vanessa.