Torn by my wife's twin

CHAPTER 4

Lana POV

I was watching from above a bunch of people dancing on the first floor. Most of them wore expensive clothes that I could only dream of wearing.

“Lana, this is for table four,” Brandon said to me. I nodded at him, taking the tray in my hands.

“Here is your drink, sir. Please enjoy.” I said after serving the drinks to the middle-aged man sitting at table three. I noticed his Rolex watch and expensive suit. It was the latest model.

“Hey, what’s the rush, honey? You’re one of the angels here, do you?” he asked, stopping me. His gaze made me uncomfortable. For all I know, he could be the same age as my dad if he was still alive. He already has two women accompanying him. This is the exact reason why I turned down Brandon’s offer.

There’s no way I am having s*x with a wealthy womanizer like him. I might be poor, but I still have a pride.

“Please, sir… Let me go.” I pleaded, my heart was racing as fear slowly consumed me.

He took out a stash of money from inside his suit pocket. “I have money…And this is all could be yours.” He said with a cocky grin. I felt sick to my stomach. I was about to scream for help when someone suddenly drew me away from the pervert, grabbing me by my waist.

“What took you so long, angel?” I turned around and saw the owner of the voice.

He looked like he was in his late thirties, but there was kindness in his eyes. For a brief moment, he looked a bit perplexed as he saw my face. Is it because of my make-up?

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He said again to me as if we had known each other. I was still looking at him as he turned his attention back to the old pervert.

“I’m sorry, but this angel is mine for tonight. You can ask for another angel from Brandon.”

With that, he took me away with him.

I let out a deep sigh after he took me to his table. “Thank you for that,” I said to him.

“I can’t believe this… I think I need a drink,” he said, picking up the glass and downing it in one gulp.

I didn’t understand what made him so shocked. “I’m sorry, is something wrong with my face?”

“You look exactly like her—" he trailed off, almost like mumbling.

“Like who?” I frowned in confusion. I didn’t really pay more attention to him anymore because my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of one particular woman on the far side of the room.

My eyes nearly popped out. I couldn’t even believe what I was seeing.

It’s almost like I was seeing my own reflection in the mirror. Could it be? No. It can’t be Luna.

“Marcus… I’m sorry I—” She stopped talking as soon as she saw me.

“Lana?” she said, almost like a whisper. Her mouth went ajar.

Our faces might be similar, but I was nothing like her. The dress she wore, and the designer bag that she carried with her.

It was almost like a nightmare when she mentioned my name. I suddenly felt dizzy. I need to get out of here.

I quickly turned around, walking down the stairs, half running. Leaving both of them. I took the back door that only the staff could use to get me out of this building.

I was out of breath after I managed to avoid her, or so I thought until the door beside me went open a few moments later.

I looked to the side, and then I saw Luna standing there. I took a few steps back away from her. I know I was such a fool if I’m still trying to run away, but her presence just scared the hell out of me.

“Why are you running away from me?” she asked, catching her breath.

“I’m sorry, mam… But I think you’ve mistaken me for somebody else.” I looked away, hoping that I could still get away from this.

“Oh my God, Lana…What happened to you?” She said as she grabbed me by my shoulders.

“I… uh…. worked here.” I hesitated a bit before I told her. It was quite embarrassing when you worked here wearing a slutty outfit while your little sis was coming here as a VIP guest, looking that damn gorgeous. She was too beautiful to look at, so I looked down. My eyes accidentally catch a glimpse of her smooth and shaven legs. The Jimmy Choo shoes make her legs look even longer. I only ended up envying her even more.

She inhaled deeply. “How’s mom and dad?” she looked a bit sad, but she was masking her emotions very well.

“Mom is retired, so I have to work.” I paused for a while, “And dad…”

“What about dad?” she asked me back.

I could tell that she was still hurt from what we did to her in the past. When we left her in the orphanage, but she was trying to control her emotions.

“He….died three months ago,” I told her.

“Oh My God—” she said, her eyes getting teary.

I gave her a hug, letting her cry on my shoulder. It’s hard to believe that no matter how badly Dad treated her, she was still hurt by the fact that he was gone.

“Why Dad? You should see how I become before you leave.” She wailed in my chest, her voice was muffled.

“I’m sure he would be proud of you, Luna.” I said, trying to comfort her by running my hand up and down on her back.

We both stayed in that position for I don’t know how long, but it felt nice to be together again. I used to hug her like this when we were kids.

“So, how about you? Are you married? Is that man inside there your husband?” I tried to switch the topic.

“Yes and no,” she answered, wiping her tears. I am not sure I understand that kind of answer. She rolled back her eyes at me before she finally explained.

“Yes, I was married, but the man you just saw inside there is not my husband.” She blurted out irritably at me. Oh my? Does it mean that she was cheating on her husband?

As her big sister, I should tell her that cheating is not cool, but then again, her marriage life is NONE of my business.

“How about you? Any husband or kids yet?” Luna asked me back. Turning the topic towards me.

“Oh no, I don’t have time to date.” I quickly answered her.

“I see…” she looked like she was thinking about something else while talking to me.

Silence filled us again, and it was starting to get a bit awkward. I cleared my throat to get her attention. “So, I need to get back to work. You know… It’s really busy during ladies’ night.”

I was shocked when she suddenly blocked the door with her body. “Not so fast, sis.”

“What else do you want?” I countered her back.

“I actually need a favor from you.” The way she asked for a favor, but with a smirk, makes me think that she was up to something evil.

“I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you.” I firmly refused, but she held my hand.

“Can you just hear me out first?… Actually, you’re the only one who could help me this time.”

I waited for her to explain, but I am still not liking this.

“I want you to live in my mansion as Luna Quinn.” My eyes widened in shock. I laughed at her in response.

“That’s not funny.” I was about to get into the bar again, but she grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving.

“I am serious, Lana…You’ll be highly rewarded for helping me.”

“I’ll give you one million dollars when our agreement ends. And you don’t have to worry about Mom. I’ll find someone to take care of her while you are gone.” She added.

Wait a second. A MILLION DOLLARS?? I had no idea that she was that rich.

“Why do I have to do this? Why do I have to become you? I don’t understand?” This time it was her time to laugh.

“My boyfriend… Umm, the one you just met inside there wants to take me to Paris. So I need someone to replace me so that Artemis won’t get suspicious.”

“Wait a second…Artemis? Artemis Quinn is your HUSBAND?!” I screamed in a high-pitched tone.

I know Artemis Quinn. I actually saw him a few times in the newspaper and business magazines.

I think I even might have a little crush on him. Who knew that his wife was Luna? It’s true that they said the world is a small place.

“Ssshhhh…Be quiet.” Luna warned while looking around checking nearby that no one was overhearing our conversation. This is insane on a whole other level.

“I don’t think I could do this, Luna,” I said instantly. I’ve never been dated before, how can I become someone else’s wife? And it is not just someone, but Artemis Quinn, the hottest bachelor in NYC!

“Think about it, Lana… This is a thousand times better than working in a bar. How many years do you have to work here to earn a million dollars?” she said, still trying to convince me to help her with this ridiculous plan.

“But you and I were different. How if he finds out?” Other than our faces, there’s nothing similar about the two of us.

“Don’t worry, I could teach you how to become me.” She said confidently, flipping her hair.