" Who are you truly? You are not my Zia." Jason's voice boomed across the room from Zelda. and with every word he moved menacingly closer. I stared into his eyes which were turning colder and icy with every beckoning second. He approached me and looked into my eyes deeply, held me by my upper arms, and shouted, " Tell me, who are you? You are a true copy of Zia but you are not Zia. What did you do to my Zia?"

"I am Zia," I said with my voice quirky and shaking. His grip on my arms was becoming more firm and painful with every passing millisecond. " Don't dare lie to me, woman! Because with every ounce of fiber in me, I know you are not Zia." Jason shouted and I shut my eyes in fear waiting for his wrath to descend on me in a slap but it didn't. If I continued keeping this pretense, he was going to kill me. So I said it. " You are right, am not Zia, I am Zelda. Yes Zelda, her twin sister."
me by my upper arms, and shouted, " Tell me, who are you? You are a true copy of Zia but you are not Zia. What did you do to my Zia?"

Twins Zia and Zelda are born out of in-vitro fertilization and are given up for adoption. Zia is a personal assistant to Jason Maslow whom she falls in love with and gets married to. Zelda becomes a high-esteemed FBI agent who is hunted down by the people she ruined their lives through her work. She runs away, only to enter her twin's life and cause chaos. Zelda has to assume the identity of Zia as Zia is held captive and tortured by the people who think she is Zelda. Will Zelda correct her mistake and do the right thing for her, Zia ans all that surround her? Stick around to find out more on this captivating and thrilling story

The Mistaken Wife: A Story of Love, Lies, and Identity

I woke up with a cheerful smile. this was the best smile I had ever had in years. Luke was not in the house based on the comfortable silence in the house. I decided to get my lazy self off the bed. By the bedside table was a note from Luke letting me know that he had gone to work and that there was breakfast in the oven for me. Such a gentleman. What did I do to deserve such baby girl treatment? 


After a quick shower and throwing on a pair of my black trousers and matching black tank top I strode to the kitchen for some sumptuous breakfast prepared by my man. it still felt odd calling Luke my man. I decided to go for a grocery run. now that I was going to stay with Luke for a while, it was only fair that I helped with a few bills in the house and my starting point was food because this man's fridge was empty. 


Impromptu Bride