CHAPTER TWENTY
THIRD PERSON POV
The mansion was filled with laughter that did not belong to joy—
But to greed.
The grand living room of the late Mr. and Mrs. Moyo had been transformed into a place of celebration. Crystal glasses clinked against each other, and expensive wine flowed freely as if they had already secured what was never theirs to begin with. The soft music playing in the background only added to the illusion of happiness that filled the room.
At the center of it all sat Tanya's uncle, relaxed and confident, his legs crossed as he leaned back in a luxurious leather chair. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and a proud smile rested on his lips.
"This is the day we have been waiting for," he said, lifting his glass. "After tomorrow, everything will finally be ours."
Across from him sat Marah.
Or rather—
The girl who had taken Tanya's name.
She was dressed in an elegant gown, her posture refined, her movements graceful. Every detail about her had been carefully crafted to match the image of the rightful heir.
Anyone who did not know the truth would believe she was Tanya.
"Uncle," she said sweetly, raising her glass slightly, "after tomorrow, I will officially take my place as the CEO of Zarion Global Enterprises."
Her eyes sparkled—not with innocence—
But with ambition.
"You have done well, my child," the man replied, his voice filled with pride. "From now on, call me father. There is no need to pretend anymore."
Marah smiled.
"Yes… father."
The word rolled off her tongue smoothly, as if she had always belonged in that position.
But deep inside—
She knew the truth.
The real Tanya had been erased.
Beaten.
Silenced.
Forgotten.
And now—
Replaced.
"That foolish girl," Marah thought silently, her lips curling into a faint smile. "If she had just stayed quiet, none of this would have been necessary."
She had worn Tanya's identity for so long that it no longer felt like a lie.
It felt like power.
Her uncle leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass as he watched her with satisfaction.
Every step had been carefully planned.
The forged documents.
The lies told to the board.
The manipulation.
The silence.
Tomorrow's board meeting was not a risk.
It was the final step.
That night, none of them slept.
How could they?
When power, wealth, and control were just hours away from being placed into their hands.
Servants moved around the mansion, preparing everything for the next day.
Formal outfits were pressed and arranged neatly.
Important documents were carefully placed inside leather folders.
Luxury cars outside were polished until they reflected the morning light.
Everything had to be perfect.
After all—
The world would be watching.
Later that night, Marah stepped outside onto the balcony, holding her glass of wine as she looked out into the dark sky.
The night was calm.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Unlike the storm that was about to arrive.
"Thinking about tomorrow?" a familiar voice asked from behind her.
She turned.
Gerald.
Her boyfriend.
Tall, charming, and always confident.
He walked toward her slowly, his eyes fixed on her.
"I've never seen you this happy," he said softly.
She smiled.
"Why wouldn't I be?" she replied. "Tomorrow, everything changes."
Gerald stopped in front of her.
"Then let me make it even better."
Before she could ask what he meant, he suddenly dropped to one knee.
Marah gasped.
In his hand—
A ring.
"Marry me," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Let me stand by your side as you take everything that belongs to you."
Tears formed in her eyes instantly.
Her heart raced with excitement.
This was everything she had ever dreamed of.
Power.
Wealth.
And now—
Love.
"Yes!" she said without hesitation. "Yes, I will marry you!"
Gerald smiled warmly as he stood up and gently placed the ring on her finger.
She threw her arms around him, laughing happily.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," he replied.
But his eyes—
Held no love.
As he hugged her tightly, his expression changed for a brief moment.
His smile faded.
His eyes turned cold.
"Soon…" he thought silently.
"Everything she owns will become mine."
"Zarion Global Enterprises… wealth… power…"
"All of it."
He held her tighter, hiding his true intentions behind a perfect mask.
Back inside, Tanya's uncle raised his glass once more.
"To tomorrow," he said proudly.
"To our future."
They all drank, laughing loudly, blinded by their greed and excitement.
None of them noticed—
The heaviness in the air.
The strange stillness.
The feeling that something was not right.
Far away—
A storm was rising.
The girl they thought was gone…
The one they erased…
The one they replaced…
Was coming back.
And this time—
She was not the weak child they once knew.
She was stronger.
Colder.
More dangerous.
And tomorrow—
Everything they built on lies…
Would begin to fall.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY