The Fake Heiress Stole My Fiancé - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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It all happened in a blur. One moment my father was there, the next—gone. A heart attack stole him away.
After losing my family one by one, I was shattered. Therapy became my refuge once again.
Just as I was leaving, Juliet called out, "Raina."
I stopped and turned.
Her gaze was unflinching. "You're Raina. Ophelia is the one who disappeared."
My lips curved with interest. "Explain."
She adjusted her glasses, eyes piercing. "Ophelia—the one with antisocial personality disorder—vanished after killing your adoptive parents. You've been pretending to be her to survive."
I didn't confirm or deny. Just smiled. "Clever, Dr. Zimmer."
After liquidating the Simpson and Ferguson estates, I traveled the world, building schools for girls in every country I visited.
Lying on a foreign beach one day, I thought of Juliet's words and chuckled.
She was sharp—but wrong.
I was Raina. But I didn't have two personalities. I had three.
Alongside Ophelia, there was Aurora.
Ophelia, my second self, shielded me. Aurora, the third, emerged later to bear the pain I couldn't.
I was the one who killed my adoptive parents. I was the one with antisocial personality disorder.
After their deaths, Ophelia vanished—just like the tragic Ophelia she idolized.
The weight of it crushed me. I just wanted to sleep, to escape.
Aurora was too gentle, too pure. I worried for her.
So I left the village. Met Lucian. Let her fall in love.
Once their bond was sealed, I surrendered control to Aurora and slipped into darkness.
I'd wanted her to know love. Instead, I led her to ruin.
Lucian's love was frail. He didn't deserve Aurora—didn't deserve to know her true name.
I lifted my coffee, took a slow sip.
My reflection wavered in the dark liquid.
Was I really Raina? I wasn't sure.
Maybe I was. Maybe I was just another mask. Or maybe none of this was real—maybe the illness was the lie all along.
After fooling everyone else, I'd fooled myself.
But then, I'd always said I was a liar.
In the end, it didn't matter. We were all just trying to save "Raina."
The End.
After losing my family one by one, I was shattered. Therapy became my refuge once again.
Just as I was leaving, Juliet called out, "Raina."
I stopped and turned.
Her gaze was unflinching. "You're Raina. Ophelia is the one who disappeared."
My lips curved with interest. "Explain."
She adjusted her glasses, eyes piercing. "Ophelia—the one with antisocial personality disorder—vanished after killing your adoptive parents. You've been pretending to be her to survive."
I didn't confirm or deny. Just smiled. "Clever, Dr. Zimmer."
After liquidating the Simpson and Ferguson estates, I traveled the world, building schools for girls in every country I visited.
Lying on a foreign beach one day, I thought of Juliet's words and chuckled.
She was sharp—but wrong.
I was Raina. But I didn't have two personalities. I had three.
Alongside Ophelia, there was Aurora.
Ophelia, my second self, shielded me. Aurora, the third, emerged later to bear the pain I couldn't.
I was the one who killed my adoptive parents. I was the one with antisocial personality disorder.
After their deaths, Ophelia vanished—just like the tragic Ophelia she idolized.
The weight of it crushed me. I just wanted to sleep, to escape.
Aurora was too gentle, too pure. I worried for her.
So I left the village. Met Lucian. Let her fall in love.
Once their bond was sealed, I surrendered control to Aurora and slipped into darkness.
I'd wanted her to know love. Instead, I led her to ruin.
Lucian's love was frail. He didn't deserve Aurora—didn't deserve to know her true name.
I lifted my coffee, took a slow sip.
My reflection wavered in the dark liquid.
Was I really Raina? I wasn't sure.
Maybe I was. Maybe I was just another mask. Or maybe none of this was real—maybe the illness was the lie all along.
After fooling everyone else, I'd fooled myself.
But then, I'd always said I was a liar.
In the end, it didn't matter. We were all just trying to save "Raina."
The End.
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