The CEO’s White Moonlight

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My sister, Stella, discovered she had a five-point resemblance to the beloved wife of a corporate titan.
To take her place, Stella arranged a meeting, planning to stage a car crash and kill the woman.
I got there just in time to stop her.
On the way back, I tried to reason with her. Liam Bright built his empire from nothing. He's ruthless, sharp as a whip, and hides a knife behind his smile. He'll see through your little tricks in a heartbeat, and when he does, he'll drag our whole family down with you.
Stella nodded, seemingly agreeing with me. But when we got home, she slipped a lethal dose of weed killer into my glass of water.
As I lay dying, she whispered in my ear, "You're just jealous. Jealous that I have a face that can marry into a dynasty. You destroyed my dream, so I'm destroying you."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister planned to meet the CEO's wife.
...
The deafening crunch of metal on metal ripped through the air, and Stella bolted from her hiding spot.
She scrambled to the person lying motionless on the pavement, her voice a theatrical shriek. "Forget the car! Someone call 911, now!"
With a face of perfectly applied makeup, Stella began performing CPR, not even hesitating to press her mouth to the stranger's for rescue breaths. Blood bloomed on her pristine white dress, a macabre flower that would make any onlooker praise her selfless bravery.
The ambulance arrived, and with it, the reporters.
Stella whirled on the cameras, her face a mask of righteous fury. "Have you no decency? What are you filming at a time like this? A life is on the line!"
She turned back, her voice thick with urgency as she relayed the CPR details to the paramedics. "Doctor," she pleaded, "you have to save her. She's so beautiful... it would be such a tragedy if she died."
The doctor, moved by her passion, reassured her. "We'll do everything we can, miss. Do you know her family?"
Stella shook her head, the perfect picture of a concerned stranger. "I'm just a passerby. But I'll go with you. I can cover her medical expenses."
The doctor praised her kindness and ushered her onto the ambulance.
As Stella turned, she deftly slipped the victim's phone into her own pocket, a movement so swift it was almost invisible.
I watched the ambulance speed away, its sirens wailing into the distance. Half an hour later, a sleek, black luxury sedan pulled up to the curb.
A man in a sharp grey suit jumped out. I recognized him instantlyLiam Bright's assistant. He surveyed the scene before approaching the police to discuss the incident.
I pulled out my phone and sent Stella a text.
[Stella, I just saw you on the news. What did you do?]
Her reply was instantaneous. [None of your business.]
A slow smile spread across my face.
My sister had read one too many billionaire romance novels, convinced that all powerful men were idiots. After a chance encounter with Liam Bright, all it took was a single offhand comment"You look a lot like my wife when she was younger"for her to start dreaming of a life of unimaginable wealth.
In my last life, I had pleaded with her, begged her to see reason, and it got me a horrific death.
This time, my first priority was to cut myself out of her mess, so that when Liam Bright's vengeance came for her, I wouldn't be caught in the blast zone.
I was about to head home when my phone rang. It was the hospital's blood bank. A patient was in critical need of a rare blood type, and they were asking if I was available to donate.
Both Stella and I had this rare blood type; our numbers were on file at the regional blood center.
Without a second thought, I went. I never imagined the patient in need would be Liam Bright's wife.
After donating, I went to the waiting room to recover.
Stella was there. She froze when she saw me. "What are you doing here?"
"I got a call," I said, settling into a chair. "Someone needed my blood type, so I came."
I glanced at her, my voice casual. "What about you? What were you doing at the scene of the accident?"
When I'd first heard about her plan, I'd tried everything to stop her, even threatening to report her to the police.
She eyed me, wary of my suspicion. "Just a coincidence. I was just passing by."
"Ah," I said, letting the matter drop. I closed my eyes, feigning exhaustion.
But Stella couldn't resist the urge to gloat. "Luna," she began, her voice dripping with triumph, "do you know who that woman is? She's the wife of the richest man in the city, Liam Bright. Liam told me I look just like she did when she was young. Once she's dead, I'll be the next Mrs. Bright."
Before, I would have told her to stop dreaming. This time, I played along. "Wow, congratulations! When you're rich and famous, do you think you could get me a job at Bright Corp?"
My fawning praise visibly pleased her. She scoffed. "Mom and Dad were right about you. You were born to be a worker bee. I'm about to have all the money in the world, and all you can think about is a job."
Just then, Liam Bright's voice echoed from the hallway.
Stella's eyes lit up. She shot to her feet, ready to go make an impression.
"Get out of sight," she hissed at me. "And don't you dare ruin this for me."
We were twins. She was terrified I'd steal Liam's attention.
She really didn't need to worry. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to be as far away from her as possible. When the axe fell, I didn't want to be spattered with her blood.
But then, a sly, cruel smile touched her lips. "Then again," she mused, "with a face like yours, it probably wouldn't matter if he saw you."
Her meaning was crystal clear. We were twins, yes, but not identical. The same features that made her stunning were merely plain on me. It was as if my face was the original photo, and hers had been run through a beauty filter set to max. She was the masterpiece; I was the rough sketch.
Stella sashayed out of the room. A moment later, I could hear her voice, cooing and consoling Liam, pitched so high and sweet it was almost sickening.
The blood donation had left me weak, so I curled up in the chair and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, the hallway was silent.
I checked the time and decided to head home. The elevator was taking forever, so I took the stairs.
The moment I pushed open the stairwell door, I heard voices. It was Liam Bright and his assistant.
"Mr. Bright, we tracked Mrs. Bright's phone. The last signal was here at the hospital, but it's gone now."
I froze, not daring to breathe.
Thankfully, neither of them noticed me.
Liam's voice was ice. "Investigate it quietly. Don't involve the police."
"Sera would never go to a neighborhood like that. Something's wrong. That girl, Stella... she's suspicious. We start with her."
"And Mark," Liam added, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper, "if I find out who did this to my Sera, I swear to God, I'll make their entire family pay."
A cold shiver snaked down my spine.
The rumors were true. Before Liam Bright became a CEO, he was a notorious street fighter who had even done time.
Terrified, I scurried home. The sound of my sister and parents laughing greeted me as I walked in.
Mom was fussing over Stella, lamenting how much she'd sacrificeddonating blood, paying the hospital billsand had bought her a pile of iron supplements.
Stella waved her off dismissively. "You have to spend money to make money. Paying her bills is the only way I can keep in touch with Liam."
Dad sighed. "You could have just given them the money. Why did you have to donate blood? You have a rare type; it'll take ages for you to recover."
"And how else was she supposed to die?" Stella said with a cunning grin. "I did my research. Seraphina Bright is severely allergic to mangoes. I ate three of them right before I donated. She doesn't stand a chance."
The three of them launched into a giddy fantasy about their new life of luxury once Stella married into the Bright family. I chose that moment to step out.
"How could you do something like that?" I stared at Stella, my voice trembling with manufactured disbelief.
The room fell silent.
I grabbed Stella's arm, pretending to pull her toward the door. "It's not too late. We can go to the police and confess."
Stella shoved me away. "Are you insane, Luna? My plan was flawless. That part of town is a dead zoneno security cameras. The car's already been disposed of. As long as you keep your mouth shut, no one will ever suspect a thing."
I narrowed my eyes. "Do you really think all rich people are as stupid as you are? Why would a woman like Seraphina Bright be in a rundown neighborhood like that? No cameras doesn't mean no witnesses. And you even got reporters involved! You're an absolute idiot!"
Stella faltered for a second, then her confidence returned. "They won't suspect me. Luna, why are you so worked up? Are you just jealous?"
"I'm scared you're going to ruin this entire family! If you don't turn yourself in, I'll call the police myself."
The words were barely out of my mouth before a hand tangled violently in my hair.
Dad yanked me back and kicked me hard in the leg. The pain sent me crumpling to my knees, but he wasn't finished. He slapped me twice across the face, his rings cutting my cheek. "Your sister is doing this for our family, and you want to call the cops? If I'd known you were this venomous, I would have strangled you in your crib!"
"Hit her! Hit her!" Mom chimed in. "She's a worthless brat who only learns the hard way."
Stella stood with her arms crossed, a cold smirk on her face. "Harder, Dad. Make sure she can't ruin our big chance."
I endured the storm of kicks and punches, a grim sense of dj vu washing over me. It was just like the last time. After Stella poisoned me, I had begged them to take me to the hospital. Instead, they locked me in my room and watched impassively as my life faded away.
I could never understand it. Why did they love her and hate me? We were twins. But she got new clothes and a good school, while I wore rags and was treated like her servant.
The pain intensified, and I screamed, silently counting down the seconds.
A few minutes later, a knock came at the door. It was our neighbor, asking about the noise.
Dad stopped, his voice instantly changing to something calm and pleasant. "It's nothing, just our clumsy older daughter took a little fall."
He shut the door and kicked me one last time. "Have you learned your lesson?"
In the past, I would have stayed defiant, even after a beating like this.
This time, I was a terrified rabbit. "I was wrong, Dad, I was wrong," I whimpered. "I shouldn't have said those things about Stella."
He was still angry. "Are you still going to the police?"
"No! Never! I won't!"
After I begged and pleaded for forgiveness from him, Mom, and Stella, Dad's rage finally subsided.
"Stop your blubbering," Mom snapped, her face a cold mask. "Go make dinner. We're starving."
I obediently got up, put on an apron, and went to the kitchen.
Just then, Stella's phone buzzed. She glanced at it and let out a piercing shriek.
"She's dead! Seraphina Bright is dead! I have to get to the hospital. I need to be there to comfort Liam!"
She scrambled to her room, throwing on a new outfit, redoing her makeup, and stepping into a pair of impossibly high heels. Worried about her going out so late, Mom and Dad grabbed the car keys to drive her.
Once they were gone, I packed my things. It was time to leave this house for good.
On my way out, I ran into the neighbor again. He frowned when he saw my bruised face. "They did it again, didn't they?"
His eyes fell to the suitcase in my hand. He clicked his tongue. "Good for you. Get out of here. If you stay in this house any longer, they're going to be the death of you."
I thanked him and hailed a cab.
The radio was buzzing with the news: the wife of the city's richest man had died in a tragic hit-and-run. Liam Bright was offering a one million dollar reward for any information leading to the driver.
The cabbie whistled. "This driver's got some nerve, hitting a Bright and then running. A guy with that much money will find him like it's a game."
"Mmm," I murmured.
"I heard that Liam Bright used to be a real gangster," the driver continued. "Met his wife and cleaned up his act. Now that she's gone... I feel sorry for whoever's in his way."
I nodded again in agreement.
The person who was about to be the most unlucky of all had no idea what was coming.
For the next few days, the internet was flooded with two stories: Liam Bright's heartbroken plea for information about his wife's death, and the heroic actions of my sister. A photo of her, dress stained red, kneeling on the pavement performing CPR, went viral. Millions shared it, calling her a goddess, an angel.
Another video surfaced of Stella at the hospital, silently weeping. "I'm so sorry," she told a reporter, her voice cracking. "I couldn't save Mrs. Bright. I just didn't try hard enough."
In the background, Liam Bright stared at her, his expression unreadable, intense.
Stella forwarded this video to our family group chat.
[Look at the way Liam's looking at me. He's totally falling for me.]
Mom and Dad chimed in with their enthusiastic agreement, the three of them lost once more in their delusional fantasy.
I typed out a single reply.
[He's definitely moved. Looks like he's moved to kill.]
My message, as expected, sent Stella into a rage.
She fired back a series of screenshots of her conversations with Liam. They had exchanged hundreds of messages over the past few days. Stella offered him comfort; Liam responded, telling her that her words had been a great source of solace. The tone was bordering on intimate.
[Still think he doesn't have feelings for me?] she texted, smugly.
I couldn't help myself. [Or maybe he's just playing you to get information. Liam Bright can have any woman in the world. Why would he be interested in you?]
Stella exploded. [Luna, I haven't forgotten what you tried to do. Are you asking for another beating?]
Dad replied: [Where have you been hiding? Don't think for a second we can't find you.]
They tore into me again, ending with a final warning: if I went to the police, they would kill me.
I put my phone away and looked out the window.
After leaving home, I'd found a small apartment to rent. It was all I could afforda tiny place in the same rundown industrial district where Seraphina Bright had been hit.
Every day on my way home from my new job, I saw Liam's assistant, Mark, going from shop to shop, asking questions, collecting security footage.
A couple of days later, Stella posted another screenshot in the group chat.
It was an invitation from Liam Bright for her and our parents to be his guests at his private estate. He wanted to thank her properly.
Stella tagged me.
[See, Luna? Now do you understand how charming I am? This isn't just a thank you dinner. He's introducing me to his life!]
I didn't reply.
Stella was so wrapped up in her seduction plot that she failed to notice a few crucial details. All news reports about Seraphina Bright's death had been scrubbed from the internet. The police were no longer investigating. And Liam's assistant hadn't been seen in the neighborhood for two days.
This wasn't a dinner party. It was an execution.
They had finally sealed their own fate.
I sighed, ready to head back to my apartment and treat myself to a decent meal.
Just then, a black luxury car glided to a stop in front of me. Liam Bright's assistant, Mark, stepped out.
"Miss Luna, I presume?" he said, his smile polite but unreadable. "Mr. Bright would like to see you."

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