Mistaken By The Billionaire Marquess

Chapter 2: Compare

CHAPTER 2: Compare

— LIA —

My eyes were fixed on the photo that the man is holding. I can’t believe it! She really looks like me!

We have the same eye shape and eye color; both eyes are rounded and black. We have the same small nose and lips. If I were a different person, I would really think that this woman in the photo is me, or a twin.

Wait… do I have a twin?

I shook my head at that thought. That's not impossible. I don't know who my parents are. This lady might be my twin, without me knowing.

Thinking that I have a twin, I might meet my true family!

I want to laugh at myself because of that thought. Happenings in real life aren’t the same as the happenings in the movie. This man might be making fun of me. The lady might be a photoshopped one. I might not have a twin.

“Let me see this,” I said as I grabbed the photo from the bed.

I tried to look for the flaws in the picture. There has to be something here that isn’t right. I’m sure I can find something from this photo that can be evidence that it is not me.

I can almost kiss the photo because it is so near to my face. I want to see every little detail that this woman has in the photo.

I looked at the man in front of me. He is staring at me, with his bloodshot eyes. It looks like he is going to hurt or kill me at any second.

If this man is the ex-boyfriend of the woman in this picture, who looks like me, why is he so mad? Did this woman do a lot of bad things to this man?

I want to pity him; however, he is currently thinking that I am his ex-girlfriend, which is not true. I’m sure that he is ready to catch me if ever I will do something bad or wrong and use it against me. From the looks of his face, I can say that he has his guards up.

“Do you have any other photos of this woman? The more, the better,” I asked him, hiding the nervousness because I am now starting to feel scared of him.

He smirked at me, as if I said something funny. “Why do you need more of those? Isn’t that picture enough to say that you are really that woman?”

“Or are you just using it to buy more time to find a better excuse and lie?” he added. He is spitting those words as if those are insults.

I raised my left eyebrow at his question. “Excuse me, Mr. Whoever You Are. I’m not asking for more photos just so I can find an excuse.”

I crossed my arms and continued speaking. “I want more photos because I think you’re insane, and this picture is edited. Besides, why would I need to think of an excuse and lie? I don’t need to lie because I already told you that I am not your ex-girlfriend. Meaning, I am not this woman in the picture.”

He spat out an insulting laugh. He laughs like I am saying the most insane thing in the world, even if he is really the one insane between the two of us.

He raised his two hands like he wants to surrender. “Okay, okay. I can’t believe you will get to this point just so you can run away from your crimes,” he said, making me raise my eyebrow more. “Okay, I’ll get more pictures. More pictures than you can imagine.”

He walked towards the door. I ran towards him because I want to go out. But he is fast. He successfully locked me in the room again before I can even reach the door.

I hissed at him because of annoyance.

Waiting for him to come back from getting the pictures I wanted is so boring, and it increases my anxiety. I walked back and forth from the door to the window while waiting for him and thinking about who the hell is the woman in the photo and why that woman looks like me.