Arabe Angelstone returns to take back her inheritance and the man she loves from her psychotic twin sister, unexpectedly a car ident leaves her amnesiac! Forced to believe that she''s her universally despised sister, Arabe bears all the insults, death threats and beatings, vowing to set things right with everyone she has ever hurt - and the first on her list? Her husband.


    Lucas Alexander, a business tycoon.


    Without her memories, Arabe believed she deserved his hatred for cheating on him, for running away with her lover the night of their wedding anniversary. She would do anything to make amends. But what happens when her sinfully gorgeous twin sister''s husband falls in love with her?


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    Alexandria Alexander sat in front of the vanity mirror as pale and stiff as the naked marble statue of Venus standing on the balcony of her plush room. Elegant eyebrows knitting together, she raised her eyes to the face reflecting on her mirror and found herself staring straight into a pair of hazel-green eyes.


    The eyes of the devil, she thought, clenching her fist into tight balls until her knuckles turned white.


    Despite herself, she managed to summon a smile to her lips, the best she had that had men prowling over her knees. But the man simply stood there, unimpressed. His chiseled features were dark, and his lips were drawn into tight lines. His gaze bore at her with piercing lethality. If looks could maim, she dropped to the pristine tiled floor, bathing in a pool of blood.


    "I want a divorce, Alexandria." Lucas said tightly, his cold voice piercing through her.


    The smile on her lips died down.


    A shiver of fear ran down her spine. "No!" she gasped, whirling towards him. The force of her movement sent the chair sprawling down on the floor. "You can''t do this to me, Lucas." She screamed. Fury, panic, and disbelief contorted her aristocratic features.


    "You know damn well I can." He smiled, but it barely reached his eyes. It looked more of a sneer to her than a smile.


    "It will cause a scandal!" Alexandria argued, almost screaming the words. Realizing she''d almost sounded so violent, she lowered her voice into a whisper. "Society will talk about you!" She tried to sound gentle, but the words still came off harshly.


    "They''re talking now." He replied. There was a short pause before he continued. "The details of your scandalous affair with the governor—a married man will be all over the papers tomorrow. The worst had happened. I have nothing more to lose now." He added.


    He was speaking so calmly now and it was terrifying watching him that way when she would have preferred him tosh at her than listen to him in that tone.


    Alexandria turned deathly pale. Her lips trembled with rm. She''d been careful with her extramarital affairs. She''d been extremely careful with her lovers, too. Theye and go unnoticed. No one knew who they were.


    Where did she go wrong this time?


    She swallowed deep and hard. The realization of how deep she was in trouble pped her with force. Her legs trembled. It felt weak, as though it would copse soon. Only her tight grip on the dresser kept her on her feet.


    When Lucas first knew of her affair, he caught her in the middle of forey. Naked in the Master''s bedroom with an equally naked man on top of her. Lucas had shot her lover and demanded a divorce right away.


    Alexandria had been terrified to the bone. She wasn''t concerned about her lover at all. She has a long list of men waiting for their turn. Losing one wouldn''t hurt. But it was the prospect of losing the luxuries she was ustomed to that terrified her. Furious and desperate, she ckmailed him using the child in her womb.


    If he divorces her, she will get his child aborted.


    Lucas had sumbed to her ckmail. It was his child who''s involved, anyway. He didn''t pursue divorce. In one condition, no one will know about her affairs and she will never have another lover again.


    Alexandria had broken the only rule he set on her and now she''s doomed. Her ckmail had worked well the first time, but this time, there''s nothing she could do to stop him from divorcing her.


    "And by the way, you will get nothing from me after the divorce. Also, I will have sole custody of our child." The words painfully rang to her ears. It''s as though he just announced it was the end of the world. Her world in particr.


    "No!" she protested, but the words barely emerged from her lips. Nothing she would say now would change his mind. In fact, it will piss him even more and he might consider throwing her out of the mansion tonight, right in front of a thousand guests.


    He could destroy her with just a snap of his fingers. One word from him and everyone, the society in particr, will shun her.


    After a long moment of silence, he spoke. "I had loved you, Alexandria." He stressed the word had, instilling in her mind it was past tense. "Finding your lover with you in bed nearly killed me. If you had only asked for more sex instead of cheating, I would have dly given you more of it. Anytime, anywhere you wanted it. Hell, I would even give you the moon if you had asked for it."


    His eyes were cold now, cold enough to freeze the burning depths of hell as they watched her. Unable to take his piercing gaze any longer, her gaze dropped to the floor. Lucas crossed the distance between them. Lifting her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he leaned closer until his hot breath fanned her cheeks.


    "There''s hell to pay, Alexandria." He growled, "I''ll make sure you will cry blood for what you did." That being said, he let her go.


    The door in her room closed with a loud bang. Then he was gone.


    Alexandria copsed on her feet. For the first time in her life, she wasn''t worried about her delicate silk gown being crumpled. There''s more pressing matters than that. She knew with a violent fear swirling inside her that even the gown she wore tonight would no longer belong to hers tomorrow. Even her string of lovers—her milking cows will abandon her. That leaves her on her own now.


    She still has time, she thought with a flicker of hope in her chest as she willed herself to get up from the floor. She still has valuable jewelry, signature clothes, luxury bags, and shoes worth of fortune.


    Her hope shriveled into a size of a pea as she realized that except for the jewelry, her belongings are heavy. To add to her growing dilemma, the space in her car wouldn''t be enough to hold all her things. Then there was thisborious task of carrying her things to the car. Doing so would consume more time.


    Alexandria was almost on the verge of breaking into tears when an idea urred to her. It was like seeing light at the end of the dark tunnel. Suddenly, hope filled her once more. The sleek Bugatti vaulted in the expansive garage will give her more than enough money. A smile slowly curled in her red painted lips at the thought of selling it to start a fresh new life.


    The car is worth a king''s ransom and it will allow her to live in luxury for the next five months.


    Then there was still Niall, she thought, making the smile on her lips stretched wider. She could use the child to milk money from Lucas.


    Hastily, she turned towards the dresser. Her reflection in the mirror caught the sparkle in her eyes. With heart pounding, she reached for her personal phone sitting on top of the dresser. Her fingers barely touched the phone when it suddenly rang.


    "Hello."


    There were no greetings, no pleasantries, but she knew who was calling and how important the call was to her.


    "She''sing home. Tonight." The voice said, and the phone nearly dropped from her hand as a surge of excitement hit her. She gasped in disbelief. Arabe Angelstone, her twin, was returning to the country after five long years.


    She instructed him what to do. He listened carefully, and when she finished, he chuckled. "Brilliant n, love," He said before clicking the end button.


    Alexandria didn''t waste any second. She grabbed her suitcase and packed her most valuable things.


    Arabe Angelstone will die tonight. A tragic car ident. But it won''t be her name that would grace the morning headlines. ALEXANDRIA ALEXANDER would be the name.