Penelope Davis, a beautiful and innocent girl, was born and raised in a wealthy family. She had everything-caring parents and a supportive sister-except for the love of the man she adored. She believed she had him, until the day she discovered he ha...
"Penny," a soft voice called out, snapping me back to reality. I blinked and looked up to see my twin sister, Sophie, standing in front of me. Her sleek brown hair was pulled back into a flawless ponytail, and her blue eyes-so much like mine-gazed at me with warmth and love.
"I missed you so much, my baby," she said, pulling me into a tight embrace. Despite being twins, she had always treated me like her little sister, or perhaps more like her child.
"Come sit with us," she invited, her tone gentle and welcoming.
"No," I blurted out before I could stop myself. The word hung in the air, harsh and abrupt. Shit! That was so rude.
"I mean, I'll just change my clothes first, and then I'll come downstairs," I added quickly, trying to soften the blow of my initial response.
"Okay, fine. Go freshen up," Mom chimed in with a smile. I returned her smile, though it felt more like a grimace, and turned to head upstairs.
When I entered my room, I was struck by how neat and orderly everything was. It was as if time had stood still since I left. The maids must have cleaned it regularly, maintaining it just as I had left it. The queen-sized bed was perfectly made in the center of the room, a small sofa set rested by the wall, and the balcony doors were open, offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape.
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I moved towards my walk-in closet, my steps slowing as I approached the safe tucked away in the corner. With a deep breath, I unlocked it and pulled out a small box. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it, revealing two exquisite rings inside.
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I had designed these rings myself-each one a masterpiece, the perfect representation of what I thought was our love. The rings were shaped like a king's and queen's crowns, adorned with diamonds that I had painstakingly chosen. They were meant to symbolize our bond, a bond I once believed was unbreakable. After all, these rings were for a king-my king.
I had planned to propose to him that day, to surprise him with this token of my love. But I was too late. Far too late. By the time I arrived, he was already on one knee-kneeling before my sister.
