Sophie Langston

My sister died saving me. I married her billionaire fiancé as my penance.
Now, I am his living doll — dressed in her clothes, echoing her voice, punished for every flaw in my imitation.

Then he found a new doll. One who looks more like her than I ever could.

They say I’m going mad. Maybe they’re right. Because if I have to shatter to escape this gilded hell… I’ll make sure he watches me break.

My sister died saving me. I married her billionaire fiancé as my penance.
Now, I am his living doll — dressed in her clothes, echoing her voice, endure the allergic reactions to her favorite foods,，punished for every flaw in my imitation.

Then he found a new doll. One who looks more like her than I ever could.

They say I’m going mad. Maybe they’re right. Because if I have to shatter to escape this gilded hell… I’ll make sure he watches me break.

My sister died saving me. I married her billionaire fiancé as my penance.
Now, I am his living doll — dressed in her clothes, echoing her voice, punished for every flaw in my imitation.
I’ve endured his cruelty, his contempt, and the whispers of a city that calls me a murderer.

Then he found a new doll. One who looks more like her than I ever could.

They say I’m going mad. Maybe they’re right. Because if I have to shatter to escape this gilded hell… I’ll make sure he watches me break.