I'm Not Her

A Letter For My Readers, The characters and the events in this story are all fictional. I had been writing since I was in elementary but this would be the first time I would introduce my stories to the world. I would like to write to my heart's content without hurting anyone or causing anyone triggers and traumas. This story contains scenes that are inappropriate for some readers and some inappropriate words that are not recommended for young readers as well. So, I suggest that only 18+ must read this story. I would focus in creating unique characters and exciting episodes to inspire my readers. PS: This story is only published in Stary Writing and Dreame. Fall in love with my story and forever I will write. :> Prologue "Haul yourself off of my bed now!" "What? Why?" He asked as he pulled himself up. "Move!" I shouted as I rushed to clean up the mess in my condo unit. I just got a call from my father's secretary to inform me that my filthy billionaire father was headed here. "Baby, what's wrong?" The guy I met from the bar last night caressed my arm. I shoved his hand away as I pointed my finger at the cabinet. "Get inside that cabinet now." "Wait, what?" He furrowed. "Now!" I shouted once again. Just when he entered the cabinet, I heard a loud knock from the door. I rushed to open it only to see my father. He roamed his eyes around as he walked inside. I did the same. My eyes caught the red bikini slouched on the floor so I instantly kicked it away before he could see it. I cleared my throat. "How did you get my place?" I was surprised but I did not give any emotion in front of him. He looked at me, I did the same. He was still the arrogant man I knew. There was no emotion evident in his eyes just like mine and the stare he was giving me was so cold. "Your sister's life is in danger." I stayed composed. "Does that have anything to do with me?" He looked at me grimly. "She needs to hide and nobody else can help her but you." I smirked. "Stop hitting around the bush. Why did you come here?" His jaw clenched. His dislike to my tone was evident in his eyes but since he needed something from me, he would not protest. "Pretend as honey." He said. Three words. But those three words made my world stop in an instant. "Do this for your sister." He added. "And why would I do that?" I asked. "Because your life is worthless. I'd rather risk your life than your sister's." He said that with no remorse in his eyes. How could he be so cruel? I swallowed back my tears. After all these years...and after all they have done to me...how could they do this? I was about to leave but the door widened and Honey entered the room. I did not know she was with him. My twin sister, Honey. The very innocent and kind Honey. She looked at me apologetically. I smirked at her. "Are you sure about this?" She walked towards me and tried to hold my hand but I moved backwards. "D, I'm sorry." She said. "I'll come back as soon as—" I cut her off. "You'll come back as soon as I die?" "No." Her eyes watered. I smirked. "Don't take too long or you might have nothing to come back for."