MINE?

A mystery

Next morning, Ploy wakes up at 8. For everyone, it was another random morning, but……. but for her, it wasn’t. It was a day with the love of her life. She sees her. That girl was sleeping on the corner of her bed. All of this felt like a fairy tale to Ploy. She cautiously touched her hair, playing with it, but she couldn’t help lingering on her lips. They were soft as cotton and carried a mischievous curve, as if they knew secrets they weren’t ready to share. Her lips were so pink, contrasting against her pale skin. Ploy’s gaze drifted closer, imagining how they would feel under her own touch or pressed against hers. The thought of kissing her both thrilled and amazed Ploy.

She was smiling foolishly while imagining things, but suddenly that girl woke up and found Ploy smiling at her.

“Hey Ploy, why are you smiling while zoning out?” the girl asked.

This question snapped Ploy back to reality. She adjusted her hair and said, “Nothing. Your hair was messy, so I was smiling.” Then they both got up together. ploy went to shower first, and when it was that girls turn , ploy headed to the kitchen to make something to eat. She read an article about Davika's all preferences and prepared all the food according to it.

When that girl came out of the bathroom, she joined ploy for dinner, but strangely, she barely touched any of the food, that ploy had made. Ploy noticed immediately and asked, “Hey, you didn’t seem to like the food.”

“No, no,” Ploy said quickly. “It’s very good, but I don’t have an appetite right now,” she explained.

Ploy nodded. “Then what do you want to have?”

“Nothing, I’m full. Thank you for your effort,” Ploy said, smiling at ploy.

Ploy smiled back happily. I’ll go to my company to investigate that gang she’s connected with, she thought. Ploy hesitantly nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the edges of her sleeves.

Eva-Davika's sister, vanished like thin air…After some time, she parked her car in an unfamiliar place. Her heel clicked against the ice-cold concrete as she approached an unmarked building. While the rest of the city shimmered bright as stars, refusing to fade, this one building was dark, like a shadowed soul.

As she drew closer, even her own shadow seemed to abandon her, leaving her alone—but she moved with the confidence of someone who belonged to the Dark. She approached the entrance, stepping into a phantom world of neon lights and murmured voices, which greeted her like old friends.

Inside, she paused, her sharp eyes scanning every corner. Hundreds of men were present. They all bowed as they saw her—a silent acknowledgment of her authority. Satisfied, she let out a slow, unnerving smile, the kind that sent shivers down spines. She walked past them, ignoring whispers and flicking eyes, her mind already running through plans.

Outside the city, laws and seals held sway, but inside these walls, power was currency—and Eva had come to collect hers. Her aura was effortless, demanding both fear and admiration from everyone around her.

Soon, the night wrapped the city like a velvet curtain. The cool air carried the scent of smoke, and the soft clatter of her heels echoed like a warning. Her car was parked right in front of the house. She got inside and drove toward ploy's address.

She arrived at the villa and went inside. Ploy was busy playing on her phone. On her way, Eva had brought chocolates and a bouquet of flowers for ploy, hoping for a cheerful reaction. She didn’t expect ploy to already be sitting there, waiting for her arrival.

“Hey, why are you here? It’s already night,” ava said.

Oh, hi,” Ploy greeted her with excitement, turning toward her.

“No, you didn’t come here earlier, so I thought, why don’t I wait for you?” she smiled unknowingly.

Ploy felt happy hearing this. Usually so cold, Eva’s little warmth made her melt. She handed her chocolates and flowers.

“Here… where did you bring this? You saved me when I was in danger, and you always help me with my problems. I thought I should bring this to thank you.” Her voice carried a hint of happiness. After that ploy was so shy, blushing like a red tomato.While Eva teased her, the once-lonely villa was filled with laughter. They ate together and went to bed early.

The next morning, her heart raced as sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the room. She sat up, running her hands through Eva's hair, trying to calm the storm of excitement and nerves inside. Thoughts of Davika made her pulse quicken—the longing and fear she could not share with the world. Today, she had to face her again. She had to be ready. Ready to smile, ready to hide the trembling beneath, ready for whatever fate had in store.

The days that followed were very similar. After eating, Eva would go to her dark villa, and Ploy would go to her office. At night, they both spend their time together happily and slept together.

Ploy’s world began to soften after meeting the mysterious girl claiming to be Davika, her long-time rival in business. The girl’s charms, warmth, and hidden pain drew Ploy closer day by day. What started as rivalry turned into quiet affection until small details began to break her illusion. Over the years, Ploy had readen hundreds of articles about her rival Davika, but this girl’s preferences, walking style, and speech did not match Davika at all. She also recalled preparing food according to Davika’s tastes, but the girl hadn’t finished her meals even once. Suspicion grew day by day. One morning, finally, she couldn’t take it and decided to investigate.

She quietly went to her office. She was fascinated—it was luxurious yet presented simply. Employees were polite and hardworking. Unexpectedly, she ran into Pimchanok, Davika’s best friend. Pimchanok was shocked to see her rival in her office. She demanded she leave, but Ploy pleaded and explained herself. Eventually, she told Pimchanok everything about Davika, and Pimchanok calmed down.

Ploy explained all the past events—the villa, Davika’s kidnap, the girl’s suspicious behavior, and more. Pimchanok was shocked, her heart racing, fear flickering across her face.

“Ploy, I can’t just say everything,” she whispered. “You have to be careful. She is not who she seems.”

Ploy froze, desperate to know everything. Finally, Pimchanok spoke.

“Look, Ploy, the girl living with you is not Davika.”

Ploy felt thunder strike her. “The girl living with me… she is not Davika?” Her voice was tight. Pimchanok glanced nervously before continuing, “You’re right. She is Eva, Davika’s older sister. She’s a mafia, pretending to be Davika. You unknowingly saved her that day.”

Ploy’s mind went blank, words failing her. That girl isn’t Davika… so where is Davika? Why is she pretending? Pimchanok calmed her down. “Don’t worry. I know where the real Davika is. But for now, you have to pretend not to know anything.”

“Ploy, please stay calm. Don’t be afraid. Go to your villa now, and don’t tell Eva that you know all of this or that you met me. Otherwise, the consequences could be fatal.”

Ploy remained silent. Pimchanok added, “I will meet you tomorrow. I’ll bring Davika too, and then we can plan.” Ploy nodded and returned to the villa alone. Eva was already there, happy to see her. Ploy forced a smile and went to shower.

After showering and eating, she felt a headache and went to bed early, pretending to be asleep.

It was already midnight. Eva had long since fallen asleep, but Ploy’s mind raced, processing all the information. She was hurt, she was going crazy, but she managed to maintain her composure. Every detail seemed suspicious—the way Eva smiled ,the topics she avoided. Ploy clenched the sheets, frustration and worry twisting together.

Her phone lay on the nightstand, a message from Pimchanok glowing: Be quiet, meet me tomorrow. Everything will be explained.

Ploy stared at it. She could not stop thinking about the real Davika, about finally meeting her and uncovering the whole truth.

Hours passed. The night was silent, but Ploy’s mind was heavy. Finally, she gave in to a restless, fitful sleep, knowing that tomorrow would change everything.