My Double Kills Me, So My Husband Kills Her

Chapter 1

Ten years ago, I saved a drowning boy.

After giving him CPR, he coughed up water, opened his eyes, and looked straight at me.

"I've decided," he said seriously, "you're the one. When I grow up, I'm going to marry you."

I laughed it off, thinking he was just a dazed kid saying something silly.

But ten years later, that boy had grown into a powerful, dangerously obsessive billionaire.

On the day of my wedding, he stormed in with a group of bodyguards, beat my fiancé half to death, and dragged me away in front of everyone.

"I told you," he growled, "you're mine. I'm the only one who gets to be your husband."

Using threats against my family, he forced me into marrying him.

He locked me away in a private villa, where no man was allowed within ten feet of me. Not even the staff.

To win me over, he tried everything, lavish gifts, romantic gestures, sweet words, but I never gave in. My heart stayed frozen.

Frustrated, he brought in a woman who looked just like me, a near-perfect double.

She fed off his obsession, acting like the queen of his world. Emboldened by his affection, she did whatever she pleased.

Until one day, she showed up at my villa with a group of people.

"Who the hell is this bitch copying my face?" she screamed. "Trying to steal my man? I'll rip her apart!"

She ordered her guards to strip me, cut out my tongue, and tortured me until I died.

Only after I was gone did Alexander show up.

The lookalike dragged my bloody, broken body in front of him and smiled sweetly.

"Baby," she said, "this plastic surgery freak was hiding here trying to seduce you. Don't worry, I handled it."

Alexander Holt was intense. Obsessive. Unhinged.

The moment I pulled him out of the water ten years ago, he decided I was his and never looked back.

He kept me imprisoned for three years, trying everything to make me fall in love with him. But I never could.

And lately, he'd been spending more and more time with the woman who looked like me.

To provoke me, he sent me videos, intimate clips of them kissing, laughing, in bed.

That afternoon, I was in the garden, numb, watching yet another one of their videos on his tablet, when I heard voices outside.

"Alex is always sneaking off to this place," a bold female voice said. "I'm gonna find out what he's hiding in here."

"But didn't Mr. Holt say no one's allowed inside?" someone else replied, clearly nervous.

"Yeah," another whispered, "I heard someone peeked once and ended up with their arms and legs broken, and their eyes gouged out."

"You're all being dramatic," the first girl scoffed. "Alex loves me. He'd never hurt me."

I froze.

I knew better.

Alexander's obsession wasn't just romantic, it was violent, possessive, terrifying.

A man once caught a glimpse of me through the window. The next day, Alexander left him crippled and blind. Then he disappeared.

Eventually, even the female staff were replaced. Alexander saw me being too polite to them and lost it.

Now, he personally delivered every meal, every day.

No one else could come near me.

I rushed to the door, panicked, hoping to warn them off.

But as soon as I opened it, I came face to face with someone who looked exactly like me.

Before I could say a word, she slapped me hard across the face.

"Who the hell are you?" she screamed. "Think you can steal my face and hide in Alex's villa? You trying to seduce my man?!"