The Mistaken Identity's Revenge (Book 1 Identity Series)
42 chapitres Terminé "Aspen, you'll pay for double crossing us" the tall Greek God like guy seethed. Holding his gun firmly in his grip directed at my head.
"you'll regret this bitch" the blonde snapped.
The guy to the main guy's left was still clutching his broken nose, courtesy of moi. A glare plastered on his face.
Aspen this, Aspen that. My whole fucking life I've been mistaken for the devil spawn. My 'perfect' twin Sister Aspen. This did it. I snapped. I finally snapped, and it only took getting fucking kidnapped!
"for the last fucking time.... I AM NOT FUCKING ASPEN! THE ONLY THING WE HAVE IN COMMON IS THAT WE LOOK THE SAME AND WE SHARED THE SAME WOMB FOR NINE MONTHS!"
I threw my arms up in the air in exasperation.
"quit fucking lying Aspen, we know it's you, you really think we're that stupid?" the red headed guy, said.
"I. Am. Not. Aspen." I seethe.
"are we actually buying this? The Blonde asked.
"for fuck sake. She is my twin, BUT I hate her with every cell in my body."
They laugh.
"you're all so fucking thick. If Aspen was on fire and I had a whole fire truck full of water, I would stick the hose down my throat and drown myself before I did anything to help her."
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Aspen Clarke-Miss popular, loved by everyone, perfect daughter, incredibly stupid, slutty, rich, snobby, bitch, walking STI, favourite past time? - making her younger genius twin sister's life a living hell.
Cassidy Clarke-Always been in her sister's shadow, graduating highschool at age twelve, speaking dozen of languages, being a child prodigy and genius was never enough for her parents. Cassidy grew up hating her twin sister Aspen, who made her life a living hell. Not a normal sibling rivalry but a deep seeding hatred towards one another.
So what happens when Cassidy is mistaken for Aspen and then kidnapped? Well Cassidy embraces the opportunity to tear Aspen's life apart the same way she did hers even before her life began.
~story is unedited, mature content ie. sex, action+humour