Chapter 1The Heiress's Perfect Clone: I Stole Her Face to Destroy Her Life

It is a well-known fact among the Manhattan elite that the Upper East Side princess, Sloane Sterling, loves nothing more than to be absolutely unique.

Her biggest taboo is anyone sharing even the slightest resemblance to her.

Because a bystander carelessly mentioned, "Hey, that waitress's eyes look a lot like yours," Sloane ordered her bodyguards to gouge out the waitress's eyes and push her off a yacht, drowning her alive.

And just like that, I lost the only family I had in this world.

Later, I became Sloane Sterling's body double.

I wore the replica face she hated most—the face that looked exactly like hers.

And I took everything from her.

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Along with my mother's corpse came a hush-money check for $500,000.

I didn't even blink as I signed the non-disclosure and settlement agreements.

After officiating her funeral, I didn't waste a second before going on a spending spree.

I got extreme plastic surgery. I bought designer clothes.

I even enrolled in elite etiquette and arts classes.

The neighbors in our run-down apartment building whispered:

"Poor Mary. She worked her fingers to the bone raising her daughter, and she raised a cold-blooded sociopath."

I let them talk. I didn't care.

As time passed, my mother's death faded into background noise.

The whispers turned into praise:

"Chloe is getting more gorgeous by the day."

"Which clinic did she go to? The surgeon is a genius."

I just smiled and said nothing.

This face was molded perfectly to replicate Manhattan's reigning It-Girl, Sloane Sterling.

How could it not be beautiful?