In Place of My Twin Sister Novel – Hatred “Go sleep with him, and I’ll pay you when you’re done.” Abigail Arnold’s face turned pale when she got the text from her sister with the room number. She bit her lip hard, but in the end, she went upstairs anyway. As soon as she got off the elevator, Carmella Arnold, all dolled up, walked over with a proud look. “Give me your phone, and don’t say a word.
Just get it over with and come out.” “Don’t forget what you promised me,” Abigail said as she handed over her phone and walked into the room, steeling herself for what was about to happen. The room was totally dark, with thick curtains keeping out all the light. There was heavy breathing coming from inside. It took Abigail a while to adjust her eyes, and then she could barely see a shadowy figure on the bed.
That was Carmella’s target-Matthew Jameson, a notorious playboy in Leaberg. But the Jameson family was powerful and rich, and he was his dad’s only son, spoiled rotten. Carmella wanted to hook up with him, so she sent Abigail to do this for her. Though Abigail was scared and grossed out, thinking about her mom who needed money for treatment in the hospital, she forced herself to move toward the bed. As soon as she got close, a strong arm grabbed her wrist and yanked her down onto the bed. She was about to yell, but then she remembered what Carmella told her, so she bit her lip to stop herself.
She could feel the man’s hot breath on her ear and how eager he was. A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye. After what felt like forever, the man finally fell asleep. Abigail didn’t stick around. She got up as fast as she could, even though it hurt, and hurried out of the room. “Finally! It took you long enough,” Carmella said, jealously glancing at the marks on Abigail’s body. She had just had an abortion and couldn’t sleep with men. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to her sister, whom she hated the most. “Give me the money!” Abigail reached out, her voice scratchy.
Carmella flicked a check at her like it was trash and tossed her the phone. “Some jerk keeps calling. Driving me crazy.” Then she swayed her hips and slipped into the room. Carmella had just taken off her clothes and snuggled into bed when the man next to her jolted awake. His big hand grabbed her neck, and he looked downright terrifying. “Who are you?” As his raspy voice trailed off, the overhead light snapped on.
When Carmella saw the man’s stern face, she froze for a second, then her eyes lit up with excitement. The man in the room wasn’t Matthew. It was Trevor Gordon, the head of the Gordon family! The Gordon family was high-class. How did Carmella get the wrong guy? Meanwhile, Abigail, who had no clue she had hooked up with the wrong person, was racing to the hospital with the check.
With 35,000 dollars, her mom would be saved! She stared intently at the road ahead, silently urging the taxi to go faster. As soon as she hopped out of the taxi, she bolted straight to the doctor’s office. “Dr. Duncan, I’ve got the money! Please, hurry up and do the surgery on my mom!” Zane Duncan looked at the breathless girl with a look of mixed emotions. “Ms. Arnold, I’m really sorry, but your mom has passed away.” “What?” The news came like a bolt from the blue. Abigail grabbed Zane, her eyes red. “What do you mean? Didn’t you say Mom had a chance if she had the surgery? I’ve got the money now.
Just do the surgery!” “Ms. Arnold, please calm down,” Zane said in a serious tone. “An hour ago, your mom took a turn for the worse. We tried calling you many times, but all the calls got cut off.” Abigail’s face turned deathly pale. She trembled as she checked her phone and saw that the hospital had called over a dozen times. She hadn’t answered any of them because at that time, she was in Matthew’s bed! And her phone was with Carmella! It was Carmella! She took away her mom’s last chance to live! “Ahh!” Abigail screamed in despair.
Everything went black, and she toppled to the ground. As she was slipping into unconsciousness, she thought, “Carmella, the Arnold family, I’ll never let this go!” *** Five years later, at Leaberg Airport. Abigail, dressed in a sleek, tailored trench coat and clicking along in high heels, moved through the crowd. Her pretty face and stunning figure were turning heads everywhere. Coming back to this city felt a bit surreal. Back then, she had given up so much to try to save her mom, but it still wasn’t enough. It was a hurt that nev