Oh my lovely Impersonator

Episode 3

After she had told Liam she would become Sabrina, Liam pulled his strings and Kylie was released. She got into one of the cars that came for her. She found it unbelievable that a convoy of cars came for nobody like her.

"I'm no more Kylie Halton, I’m now Sabrina Covington,” she said to herself inwardly.

The cars stopped in front of a hospital and she was led to the morgue building where Liam was already waiting for her. She felt nauseous immediately when she saw Sabrina’s dead body being pulled out. Her slashed neck made her remember how she first saw her in the bathtub.

"As you already know, this is my fiancée," Liam said, his voice flat. "The sooner you start looking the part, the better."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Kylie said, but the words felt hollow. Liam didn't look like he was suffering any loss.

"To prevent any suspicions, you will have to look perfectly like her, which includes all her scars, and learn how to speak eloquently like her," he said, his gaze fixed on Sabrina’s body coldly.

"Her scars? That doesn't include the cut on her neck, does it?" Her eyes widened in shock and she began to retreat from Liam.

"This is what you signed up for," Liam said, a cold edge to his voice.

"No, I will not accept that! You didn't tell me about that from the get-go," she protested.

She became stiff when she felt a cold object on her neck, and then she felt pain. She touched the left side of her neck that had been slashed with a knife by someone behind her, then her vision became blurry.

Her eyes opened slowly and all she could see was white. She rolled her eyes, wondering where she was. The room door opened and footsteps came towards her.

"Ms,Sabrina, are you awake?" The nurse called out.

"Sabrina? I think you are making a mistake, I'm Kylie," she corrected in her head.

"Do you think she is okay?" She heard a masculine voice ask the nurse.

She tried to sit up to see the people around her, but she felt a sharp pain in her neck and groaned.

"You should lay back,” the nurse said gently, trying to help her lie down.

Liam then stepped into her line of sight, his face impassive. The memories of what had happened flooded her mind.

"You almost killed me!" She yelled, ignoring the pain.

"Well, you're alive and fine, aren't you?" he replied. "Whoever killed my fiancée would expect her to have a scar on the neck if she somehow made it alive. I can't afford to do a sloppy switch”

Kylie winced as a sharp throb of pain shot through her neck. She clutched the bandage, her hand trembling. Liam didn't seem to notice. He stepped away from the bed and walked towards the window, his back to her as he stared outside.

"I'll go prepare Ms. Sabrina's discharge arrangements now, Mr. Stevenson"

Liam gave a curt nod without turning around. As the door closed behind the nurse, Kylie found her voice again, though it was still shaky. "Discharged? I don't think I'm okay enough to leave. Maybe... maybe we could postpone the wedding to another week?"

Liam finally turned, his gaze cold and full of disgust. "Stop overreacting. The cut wasn't deep. You're fine."

He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing. "And you have no right to tell me to shift any wedding. You're just a substitute. Do you understand?"

Kylie’s shoulders slumped in defeat. The raw truth of his words hit her harder than any blow. She was literally supposed to be in jail, and he was the one who had pulled her out. She had no power here. Shame and humiliation burned in her cheeks as she looked down. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Before he could respond, his phone rang. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and then turned to the door. "I'll be back," he said dismissively before walking out of the ward, leaving Kylie alone.

The ward door clicked shut, leaving Kylie in a deafening silence.She lay in the sterile white bed, a single tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. Then,she felt a sudden, urgent need to get up and pee..

She swung her legs out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Once she was done, she took a deep, shaky breath and opened the door. Her breath hitched. A man, dressed in all black, was standing in the middle of her room, his head swiveling as he looked around. It was the same man she had run into at the hotel..

A gasp of pure terror escaped her lips, and the man’s head snapped in her direction. He rushed at her. Instinct took over. She slammed the bathroom door shut and turned the lock, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Tears streamed down her face as she sank to the floor, her mind a frantic jumble of prayers and pleas. "Please, God, please," she sobbed, "don't let him get me. I'm not her. I'm not Sabrina." The man outside the door began to rattle the doorknob, the sound of a jarring, violent rhythm. She had no phone, no way to call for help. The raw fear of dying, of being killed for a person she wasn't, was a cold, crippling weight in her chest.

Then, she heard it—the sound of a struggle, a loud thump, and a man yelling. "Let go of me!" Then a voice, cold and familiar, cut through the chaos. "Sabrina,open the door."

It was Liam.

She fumbled with the lock, her hands shaking so badly she could barely turn the knob. When she finally pushed the door open, her eyes darted to the commotion in the room. Two security guards were restraining the man in black, pulling his struggling body towards the door.

Relief swept over her. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The thought that she could have been dead, that she was almost killed for being someone else, was more terrifying than the thought of jail.

Liam was beside her in an instant, his hands on her arms as he lifted her back into bed. She looked up at him, her eyes red and tear-filled. The fear and exhaustion had broken her. "I'm ready to be discharged," she said through her sobs. "I'll do whatever you say.”

The door to the hospital room burst open, and a woman rushed in, her face streaked with tears. She was beautiful, even in her disheveled state, with the same rich, dark hair as the deceased Sabrina. "Oh, my baby! My sweet girl!" she cried, her voice thick with emotion. She ran to the bed, her eyes wide with relief as she looked at Kylie. "Thank God you're okay! They said... they said you were dead. The internet, the news, they all said you were gone!"

Kylie looked up at Liam, a silent plea in her eyes, hoping he would tell her who this woman was. But his expression remained cold and detached. He simply just watched.

The woman, whom Kylie now knew must be Sabrina's mother, pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh, my darling, my lucky charm. I'm so glad you're okay!" she sobbed.

"I'll excuse you two" And with that, Liam left the room, leaving Kylie alone with the woman who believed she was her daughter.

Ashley, pulled away from the hug and slapped Kylie gently on the shoulder. "Sabrina, how could you be so careless? To get injured like that, and to almost have me believe my lucky charm was gone! Don't you know how important this marriage is?"

Kylie's heart sank. She had no idea what Ashley was talking about. This was a side of Sabrina's life she hadn't been briefed on. "I... I don't understand," she stammered, her voice low. "What do you mean?"

Ashley looked at her, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you've lost your memory! How can you forget? This marriage is the last good thing your father ever did for us."

"My memory is a little foggy after... after what happened," Kylie said, grasping at the excuse. "I don't remember any of this."

Ashley's face softened, her eyes filled with pity. "My poor baby. Your father died while escorting Mr. Stevenson to a meeting. A truck crashed into their car and he died immediately”

"Mr. Stevenson was barely alive for a week, and he changed his will," Ashley continued, "He made sure that Liam, his only son, would only be able to inherit his fortune if he married you. It was his way of compensating us for your father's death. It was a golden ticket for our family. So don't you dare forget what's at stake."

"You have to marry him. Then, when he tries to divorce you, all of his inheritance will come to our family."

Kylie's heart pounded. "What?Why would we take everything he owns?"

"Because apart from the will, there's a secret document he doesn't know about. It states that his inheritance will be forfeited to our family if he ever divorces you.”

In the contract she signed, it clearly said she was to divorce Liam after two years. Does Liam know about the clause and still wants to divorce her after two years?.

The rest of the discharge process was a blur. Liam, on his way back to the ward, stopped abruptly in the hallway. A TV mounted on the wall blared a breaking news report.

A photo of the man he had just fought—the man in the black hoodie—flashed on the screen. The reporter announced that the new suspect in Sabrina Covington's case had died. According to police, a truck had collided with the police car transporting him to the station.

Liam stiffened. The man who had attacked Sabrina and later Kylie was dead. A truck collision. The

very same method that had been used to kill his father.