CHAPTER 1:EPISODE 1: The Wrong Bride
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Aria Hale never expected her life to be borrowed—much less stolen.
She stood in front of the grand mirror in the Blackwell estate’s bridal chamber, drowning in a sea of white silk and diamonds. The dress wasn’t hers. The groom wasn’t hers.
Even the day wasn’t hers. It belonged to Celeste.
“Just wear it until she arrives,” her mother hissed, tightening the corset so hard Aria gasped. “We can’t delay the ceremony. Celeste will be here any moment.”
Aria’s voice barely escaped her throat. “Mother… this is a bad idea. Lysander Blackwell doesn’t even know—”
“He won’t see your face under the veil,” her mother snapped. “Do you want this family to be humiliated?”
Humiliation had always been Aria’s shadow. But this—this was insanity.
The door burst open. Bodyguards rushed in with urgency, followed by Celeste—hair wild, dress torn, eyes blazing. She pointed at Aria with a trembling, accusing finger.
“That girl drugged me!” Celeste screamed. “She kidnapped me and tried to take my place!”
The room exploded with gasps.
“What?” Aria froze, blood turning to ice. “Celeste, what are you—?”
Before she could finish, rough hands seized her arms.
“No! She’s lying!” Aria cried, but the bridal party recoiled from her like she was poison.
Damian Hartwell—the Blackwell family’s business partner—stepped forward, eyes gleaming with calculated malice.
“Don’t worry,” he said smoothly. “We’ll handle her.”
Aria’s heartbeat thundered as they dragged her from the room.
The hall blurred. Voices blurred. Her world blurred.
They forced her into a cold laboratory beneath the estate—a place she’d never known existed.
Damian approached with a silver syringe filled with a shimmering, unnatural liquid.
“Let this be a lesson,” he murmured.
“Some lives are worth nothing. Some destinies are not meant to be yours.”
The needle plunged into her arm.
Aria screamed as fire rushed through her veins, collapsing her world into darkness.
Her last thought was a broken wish:
“I hope… someone finds the truth.
Darkness swallowed her.
But death—unlike everything else in her life—refused to claim her.
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