Chapter 2The Heiress's Perfect Clone: I Stole Her Face to Destroy Her Life

A top-tier socialite like Sloane could trend on X just by sneezing.

Her toxic, on-and-off romance with Wall Street billionaire heir Carter Harrington was the country's favorite post-dinner gossip.

They were childhood sweethearts. Everyone called them a match made in heaven.

But the billionaire heir was a playboy. Scandals surrounded him constantly, causing them to break up and get back together on an endless loop.

The most recent drama happened when Carter set his sights on a C-list actress.

The actress even got pregnant with his child.

Paparazzi photos showed them holding hands, looking deeply in love.

But not long after, news broke that the actress had "accidentally" fallen from a penthouse balcony.

She died on impact. Two lives, gone.

Her death didn't cause much of a ripple, though.

Because the top trending topics that day were:

[The Princess Runs Away]

[Carter & Sloane Fight Again!]

[Place your bets: How long until they make up?]

No one cared about the dead actress.

Fans were far more focused on the fact that Carter and Sloane had a massive fight.

This time, Sloane posted a dramatic story on Instagram.

She claimed she was moving to Europe to "find herself" and wouldn't be returning to the States anytime soon.

Some netizens questioned it:

"Doesn't Sloane have modeling contracts lined up? Can she really just ditch them?"

Her obsessive fans immediately attacked the critics:

"Sorry you're broke! When you have that much money, you can do whatever you want."

"Other influencers are controlled by capital, but our Queen Sloane is the capital."

"She's more famous than you'll ever be. Cry about it."

...

Not long after Sloane left for Paris, the internet noticed something.

There was a new girl by Carter Harrington's side.

And this girl had a face that looked 80% identical to Sloane Sterling's.

This time, the internet was strangely calm:

"Oh, look. Clone #18 has arrived."

Every time Carter and Sloane broke up, a new woman would appear by his side shortly after. And every single one of them shared a resemblance to Sloane.

The gossip blogs affectionately called these girls "The Clones."

They even gave them serial numbers.

To the public, these stand-ins were ultimate proof of Carter's undying love for Sloane.

After all...

He loved the clones because they looked like her.

But she was the original.

"Carter is so extra (facepalm)..."

"He's too proud to chase her to Paris, so he pulls this stunt every time."

"But you gotta admit, Clone #18 looks EXACTLY like Sloane. Where does he even find them?"

Of course I looked like her.

I clung to Carter's arm, leaning against his chest like a fragile little bird.

I had suffered immensely for this face.

My mother's eyes were naturally similar to Sloane's.

But I didn't just want the eyes. I matched her jawline. I went through agonizing micro-adjustments for my nose and lips.

To ensure Carter's background checks wouldn't reveal I intentionally altered my face to approach him, I didn't dare go to legitimate hospitals.

I went to underground, black-market clinics.

Risking severe infections, disfigurement, or dying on the operating table, I spent three years and triple the money to carve this face out, millimeter by millimeter.

It was my entry ticket into his world.

How could I not look like her?