Betrayed by Twin Lovers

The weight of the briefcase pulled at my arm as I stepped into the elevator of Vance's luxury high-rise. One million dollars in cash. Three years of my life compressed into stacks of bills, representing countless nights of degradation, fake smiles, and silent tears at that upscale nightclub. But it was worth it. For him, anything was worth it.

My hand trembled slightly as I pressed the penthouse button. After today, Vance's financial troubles would be over. We could finally start building our future together—the one we'd planned for ten years, the one I'd sacrificed my dance scholarship to Paris for.

The elevator doors opened to unusual silence. Normally, Vance's housekeeper would be bustling about, or his sound system would be playing soft jazz. Today, nothing.

"Vance?" I called, setting the briefcase down by the entryway table. My voice echoed through the marble foyer.

No response.

I moved deeper into the apartment, my heels clicking against the floor. A thin strip of light caught my attention—his study door was slightly ajar. As I approached, voices drifted out, stopping me cold.

"The look on her face when you tell her will be priceless." The voice was Vance's, but something felt off.

"I'm not sure I can do it," replied an identical voice. "It's been ten years, Vance. Don't you think this revenge has gone far enough?"

My blood turned to ice. Identical voices. Two of them.

"Getting cold feet, brother? After our perfect twin switch strategy worked so well?" The first voice—Vance's voice—laughed coldly. "She never suspected a thing. Not once in ten years did she realize she was dating two different men."

The room tilted around me. I gripped the wall for support, my mother's silver bracelet cool against my wrist. The heirloom had been my anchor through every hardship. I needed its strength now as reality crumbled beneath my feet.

I pushed the door open, unable to process what I was seeing. Two identical men—two Vances—stood before me. Same height, same sharp jawline, same dark eyes. One wore a crisp charcoal suit; the other, navy. Otherwise, perfect mirrors of each other.

"What is this?" My voice came out as a whisper.

Both men turned, startled. The one in charcoal recovered first, his expression shifting from surprise to cold amusement.

"Nala. You're early." He gestured to the man beside him. "Meet my twin brother, Zen. Though I suppose you've already met him. Many times, in fact."

I stepped forward, clutching my bracelet for comfort. "Tell me what's going on. Right now."

"It's quite simple," Vance said, leaning against his desk with casual cruelty. "For the past decade, Zen and I have been taking turns playing your boyfriend. The perfect revenge for what you did to Aubree."

"Aubree? What does she have to do with this?" My voice cracked as I struggled to make sense of his words.

Zen shifted uncomfortably, not meeting my eyes. "You bullied her throughout childhood. Made her life hell."

"I never—" I started, but Vance cut