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The story will be about a girl who is forced by her family to take the place of her sister Emma in her wedding to Edwin Zhan.

Diana is not like Emma, as Diana has a daughter whom she loves very much.

Edwin is a cold and domineering man\, and in everyone's eyes\, he is very cruel and only wants to marry Emma for revenge. However\, he has immense wealth that will greatly help Diana's family... Will Edwin eventually come to know that Diana's daughter is his own***?

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Narra Diana

After a long day of work at the dessert shop where I have been working for several months to earn some money for my studies and to provide for my daughter, Sara.

I finally returned to the enormous Wlod mansion, a mansion filled with luxury and all kinds of comforts, where anyone would think a great elite family lives.

Unfortunately, the reality for me and my little daughter is different. I have to work every day as a waitress at a dessert shop, where I earn a few dollars to buy food for my daughter and myself since I do not have the support of my parents.

Since I was very young, my parents have always favored my sister, Emma. Although we look identical, both having black hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and pink lips.

My parents have always made a huge distinction between her and me. For them, Emma is superior to me in every way, and the truth is, I don't even know why.

For example, my mother is a woman who loves to gamble thousands of dollars in that damn card game, even though she doesn't even know how to play. She only cares about fitting in with the other so-called ladies of high society.

While my father is a man with a very dominant and manipulative temperament, he has never liked things not going exactly as he says.

If he orders me to be quiet, I must obey, and if I don't, he will find a way to make me comply with his orders.

He loves it when things are done precisely as he wants, and if they are not, he becomes furious and doesn't take long to find a way for everyone to obey.

Perhaps that's why he loves Emma so much. Because she is just like him. Emma doesn't stop until she gets what she wants, and if she desires to humiliate someone, she finds a way to do it.

Tonight, like every other night, I had a great longing to see my beloved daughter, Sara. Sara is already one year old, and unfortunately, I can say that I have had the joy of holding her in my arms very few times.

Since Sara was born, my father made sure to keep her away from me under the pretext that nobody should know that I have a daughter.

I have never understood why the whole world can't know that I am the mother of a beautiful baby whom I love with all my heart.

For a man like Emiliano Wlop, who wants everything to go his way and is unwilling to be disobeyed by anyone, having a daughter who was a single mother is the worst curse.

He has always said that if anyone finds out that we are mother and daughter, he will take Sara away from me forever, and I will never see her again. I know he only does it to keep me silent and under his control.

Damn it!.. I know him so well that I know he is capable of taking my daughter and never letting me see her again.

Upon entering the mansion, I found my mother sitting on the couch playing rummy-canasta with her so-called friends.

They all chatted happily and smiled while sipping on a glass of red wine. They had delicious snacks from various cuisines arranged on the exquisite wooden table in the center.

All of that, my mother did it to impress all those women who depend on their husbands to maintain the status they now have.

Sadly, I fixated my hungry gaze on the center of the table. I was so hungry that I wished to jump onto the table and devour every snack there...

It's been a long time since I had the opportunity to taste something as delicious as the food they have there.

I stood a few steps away from where my mother was, together with her supposed friends, for a couple of seconds.

As soon as they saw me approaching, the smile my mother had a moment ago vanished from her lips. Immediately, she gestured with her hand for me to leave as soon as possible.

My presence bothered her so much that she would rather discreetly run away... Obeying my mother's order, I walked towards the stairs...

"Tania, is this your daughter Emma or your daughter Diana?" one of the women sitting next to my mother asked.

"Of course, she is my daughter Emma, as I've told you, Diana had to travel abroad and won't be present on Emma's wedding day with Mr. Zhan," my mother replied, pretending to pass me off as Emma once again.

"Then why is she dressed like that?" the unbearable woman asked with disdain.

"It's just this youth's thing about thinking they'll gain more followers on their social media by buying cheap clothes!" my mother mentioned in response to the woman's question.

As I climbed the stairs, I managed to overhear the conversation between my mother and her friends. Clearly, she is ashamed of me, but I don't understand why. They are the ones who put me in this position by denying me any help.

Emma and I are so similar that, to be honest, I don't know why my parents make such a difference between Emma and me.

Upon reaching the upper part, where all the rooms are, the first thing I do is go up to see my daughter in her room. I was so eager to see my beloved little girl's beautiful face.

Since I am only allowed to spend a few minutes by her side... If I break my father's rules, he will fulfill his promise to make my daughter disappear forever.

Upon entering Sara's room, Sara's room is one of the simplest in this entire mansion. To my parents, my daughter is like a servant's child.

When I entered the room, I found the woman who takes care of her. Her name is Crystal, and she is responsible for taking care of Sara and keeping track of the time I spend in her room.

"Miss Diana, what are you doing here?" Cristal asked me with a strange tone of voice.

"I came to see my daughter, isn't it obvious?" I replied coldly.

But then something very strange happened, the woman in charge of Sara stood in my way.

"Miss Diana, your father is waiting for you in the living room. You should go and talk to him before you can see the child."

Upon hearing that, I pushed the woman aside. As I entered the room completely, I couldn't see Sara anywhere. It was clear that my father had kept his word and taken Sara away from me.

I don't understand why he did it. I quickly turned around and ran out of Sara's room. As I descended the stairs, I ran into the living room without caring that my mother and all those women were there.

The place was so big and luxurious that anyone could get lost there, but I just fixed my devastated gaze on the man by the window.

As soon as he sensed my presence, he turned his cruel gaze towards me. My body trembled so much that I felt like I wouldn't be able to stand for much longer.

Am I scared? Yes, I am terrified of the man in front of me. But I don't care how much fear I have, for Sara, I am capable of doing anything.

"Where is she?"

"Why did you take her away?!" my broken voice echoed throughout the living room.

He just furrowed his brow, bringing the champagne glass he held to his lips. His expression spoke volumes, I don't know why he is doing this.

"Do you want to see Sara again?" Her voice sounded cold and mocking.

"Yes."

"Then come and beg me to let you see her again," she said, drawing a wicked smile on her lips.

I threw myself at her feet, seeking some mercy from her. I wanted to see Sara for just a few seconds and know that she would be okay.

"For mercy's sake, just tell me where she is," I pleaded with my father, my voice filled with sadness.

"No."

"No, Diana. You have refused to do what I asked of you. And yet, you dare to ask for mercy."

"But why her?"

"Diana, you know me well enough to know that I can use everything at my disposal to bend anyone to my will."

In that moment, she shook my hands off her feet with such cruelty that I fell backwards like a dog.

"Haven't you realized, have you?"

"You are Emma's substitute, or you won't see that brat again!"

What my father is asking of me is madness. I cannot marry a man I have never seen.

Emma's wedding to that man is happening in a couple of days. I don't understand what is happening. Why does my father want me to be Emma's substitute in her wedding?

"No," I whispered with difficulty, tears streaming down my face.

"You are going to marry the only son of the Zhoa family. If you don't, I swear you won't see that damn brat again!" My father shouted with such coldness that it made my body tremble.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces upon hearing the cruel way my father referred to my daughter. Sara is what I love most in this world, and just a few days ago, my life was perfect. If it weren't for my twin sister Emma running away to avoid marrying Edwin Zhoa, I wouldn't be sitting in this room being forced to substitute for Emma in her wedding.

"But father, don't you realize? That man will notice that I am not Emma," I said, trying to escape this madness.

"She and I are very different, even though we look alike physically," I tried to justify.

Upon hearing my response, my father furiously stood up from the sofa, raising his hand to strike my cheek.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"I know Edwin will realize that you are not Emma, for you stopped being a virgin a long time ago!"

"Furthermore, you will never be like your sister Emma. She is not only beautiful but also intelligent. And most importantly, she is not so stupid as to get involved with a man and get pregnant..."

If my heart was already deathly wounded by these last words, my father finished it off. I know very well that I am not a pure girl, but I am not the whore my family thinks I am.

It's true that I had a daughter and I don't know who Sara's biological father is, but it wasn't my fault. It was Emma's fault; if she hadn't drugged me that night, I would have never slept with that man.

"You're so cruel with your words, father." My voice sounded so weak and pitiful that anyone could have felt sorry for me.

"Cruel? Me?"

"Weren't you too cruel when you got pregnant by someone unknown?"

"It wasn't my fault, and you know it well."

"That night, Emma drugged me so that I would have relations with that man..."

Before I could finish speaking, my father lifted me by the shoulders to silence me. It was in no one's interest for me to speak the truth. Everyone wanted to silence me.

"You're a whore, Diana. You have only stained my name by bringing this bastard into the world!"

At that moment, I couldn't bear it any longer. Maximiliano Wlod was crossing every limit by calling my daughter a bastard.

She had a father, of course I don't know him now. I don't remember his face, but Sara is not a bastard.

"Do not call my daughter a bastard again!"

"Her name is Sara Wlod, whether you like it or not. She also carries your last name, and her blood runs through her veins!"

Upon finishing my speech, I rose from the sofa. I didn't care that the man in front of me was furious. I too have pride, and yes, I will marry Edwin Zhoa, but only to have my daughter back with me.

As I reached the exit door of the living room, I paused to glance at my father again. I lifted my proud and indomitable gaze just to utter a few more words to the man behind me.

"I will only be married to that demon for a year, and if Emma doesn't appear within that time, I will personally tell Edwin Zhoa everything, so that we all burn in the flames of hell."

The things said about that man are truly horrible. He is claimed to be an old man who only lives to make others' lives miserable.

Every time Emma spoke of him, she would always end up in tears. She would say she would rather die than marry that man. I don't know what secrets they hold, but I don't care. I only want to have my daughter Sara by my side.

I left the living room completely messed up, never imagining that my father could be so cruel as to manipulate with Sara...

Since Sara was born, she has been my weak point and Emiliano Wlop knows it very well, that's why he has tried to have me in his hands by using Sara as a blackmail against me...

He knows that I will do anything for her... Even replace Emma in something so degrading for me... I know I have no choice, no way to escape from this marriage.

As I returned to my room, I closed the door behind me... My hands were trembling so much that I couldn't control my movements, I wanted to run away from this luxurious and huge mansion, which has been a prison for me since I was born...

But I can't escape this hell... My body keeps trembling, it's the rush of adrenaline inside me, combined with the immense pain I feel for not being able to do anything to have Sara by my side.

It's impossible for me to do anything to refuse marrying the demon Edwin Zhan... If only I do that, my father will take Sara somewhere where I can't find her.

That way, my entire life would end, as I would have nothing to live for...

Sara has become my life, my air, my water, my everything... Sara is my world. It doesn't matter how she got pregnant, I don't care who her father is, Sara is mine and for her sake, I don't mind marrying a demon like Edwin...

I dragged my exhausted body to the soft sofa next to the window, I need to take in some fresh air, or else I might lose consciousness at any moment...

I feel suffocated, everything is spinning. Something as simple as breathing is now torture for me.

When I reached the window, I opened it so that the fresh air could come in and hit my face...

After taking a breath, I stepped away from the window and collapsed onto the sofa next to me, immediately bringing my hands to my face and weeping in desperation...

I couldn't bear the pain inside me anymore, being separated from Sara... It is the worst pain a mother can feel when her daughter is not close by...

Sara is less than a year old, since she was born my father separated her from me... I endured it because she was only one room away from mine, but now I don't know where he has taken her...

My hands clenched in frustration... If only I knew the name of the man Emma handed me over to that night, I would go find him to help me find Sara...

I'm not a fool and I know Emma drugged me that night to give me something powerful, I don't believe she did it just to humiliate me even more.

I don't know why she did it, as she could have given herself to him without any problem, but she used me to replace her in bed with that man...

"From what I see, you are trying to find a way out of doing what your father has ordered you to do... But the consequences of disobeying will be fatal for Sara," my mother's voice came from the darkness, and instinctively I jumped off the sofa, then my mother emerged as if she were a ghost...

"How did you get into my room?" I asked, pointing at her presence.

My mother didn't say anything, she just kept walking with arrogance towards me... When she reached me, she stood at a short distance, her gaze far from that of a loving mother, rather resembling that of my worst enemy...

"Diana, it's no secret that I don't love you... And I won't deny it, you are my daughter, I accept that, but that doesn't mean I should love you as such...

My mother's words didn't surprise me, it was clear that she didn't love me... What I don't understand is why? If Emma and I are like two peas in a pod, there is no difference between her and me...

"It's clear that you don't love me, I know that, but the question is, why?!" I questioned, but I didn't hear a single response from my mother...

"Did I do something wrong to deserve your hate? I don't understand why you hate me," I said, but there was no response from my mother.

My mother's face completely changed upon hearing my question. Her gaze was even crueller than before. She immediately raised her hand and forcefully struck me.

"How dare you still ask why I hate you so much?"

"It wasn't enough what you did as a child, now you're a whore who has bastard children from God knows who. I don't believe you've only slept with one man like you try to make us believe. You turned into a prostitute who doesn't deserve to bear the Wlod surname."

Though my soul felt shattered into a thousand pieces, I could only swallow each word my mother said to me. I didn't know what harm I had caused her for her to be so cruel towards me and Sara.

"Why?"

"Why do you do this? Isn't everything you've already done enough?" My voice sounded so broken that each word got stuck in my throat.

"No, Diana... Nothing is enough to satisfy the hatred I feel for you," she replied. Upon finishing her sentence, she turned around to leave.

But before she exited my room, I screamed loudly to get her attention.

"You and Emma planned all of this, didn't you?"

My mother stopped and tilted her head slightly towards me, her mocking gaze confirming the answer to my question. It was evident that she and Emma had been plotting everything to cause harm.

"Your life by that demon's side will be a hell from which there is no escape."

I was astonished to hear those words from the woman who gave me life, although I can't call her my mother anymore. She has done everything to hand me over to a demon named Edwin.

She left without even glancing back. I don't know what I did in the past for my parents to hate me so much.

But I must stay strong for Sara and fight with all my might to have her back in my arms. I miss my beloved Sara so much that I will do my best to have her in my arms again as soon as possible.

After crying for a long time, in this dark and cold room where I have turned into my nest of tears.

I was about to enter the bathroom to take a shower and think everything through with more clarity on how I should replace Emma at her wedding.

I must learn every movement, every gesture, every word, her way of dressing, her way of speaking. To be honest, I am not sure if I will be able to achieve it.

Even though we are so similar, there is a great abyss between her and me in many ways. Emma is so wicked, arrogant, frivolous, manipulative, just like my parents. And I am the complete opposite of her; I don't know if I can be even a little bit like her.

Before entering the bathroom, I heard someone impatiently knocking on the door. I stood still for a few seconds, hoping that the person on the other side of the door would get tired and leave.

I don't feel like listening to anyone, especially not hearing complaints or orders from any of my parents.

"Little Diana, open the door for a moment, I have something very important to inform you."I heard Aria's low voice from the other side of the door.

Aria is my nanny... She's been the only woman who has taken care of me for as long as I can remember. She's the only one who has brought me good things in my life and the only one who has helped me contact my maternal grandmother...

Knowing that it was Aria standing on the other side of the door, I rushed to open it.

"Nana, what are you doing here?" I asked her, pushing her into the room.

I don't want anyone to see her near me, especially my parents who have made her life impossible in this mansion lately.

"Little girl, look what I brought you. This will give you strength to endure the hell that is coming." Aria tells me, pulling out some hidden photos from under her clothing.

My nanny gives me the photos, and I couldn't help but let tears fall down my cheeks again.

The photos were of my beloved Sara, playing with a stuffed toy that I gave her when she was just a few days old.

In this particular photo, my little girl looked so beautiful in a lovely pastel pink dress. Her fluffy black hair fell on her shoulders as she wore a matching headband.

Sara doesn't look anything like me; I believe even beloved Sara doesn't resemble the man I slept with that night.

Although Sara has the same hair color as me, she has a unique and beautiful skin tone. She is fair-skinned and has bright black eyes, thin and delicate lips, and a star-shaped birthmark on her back.

I had wished so much to have a photo of my daughter, but I couldn't manage to take even a single one. The last time I tried, the woman named Cristal who takes care of Sara discovered and told it to Emiliano Wlop.

He, the wretched man, took them away and broke them in front of me, humiliating me with each of his words.

He clearly said that Sara and I didn't deserve to be together, not even through photos. And if I ever tried to take just one more photo, Sara would be the one to suffer the consequences.

"Thank you, Nana. I will treasure this photo with all my heart for the rest of my life." I told my nanny with immense happiness.

"Your grandmother called this morning." My nanny says, gripping my hands tightly.

My grandmother Isabel is the woman I love the most after Sara. She has been a great example for me. After my grandfather passed away, she left the country.

I don't know why she and my parents never spoke to each other again. My grandmother only tries to communicate with me from time to time to know how I am doing. But a year ago, she stopped talking to me and only communicates with Aria.

My grandmother doesn't know that I have a daughter or the cruel way my parents have treated me all these years... I haven't been able to tell her.

"What else did grandmother say? Maybe she can help me take Sara away from my father..." I commented to my nanny, hoping she would give me the best advice.

My nanny let go of my hands and turned around, as if she were trying to hide something.

"Nana, what's going on?" I asked.

"Emma traveled to Switzerland to impersonate you, alongside your grandmother..." I opened my eyes in sheer panic, unable to believe what Emma was doing.

"Emma is in Switzerland? For what purpose?" I whispered, almost inaudibly.

My nanny didn't respond. I know she has something in mind, but she doesn't want to tell me.

"What do you have in mind?" I questioned.

Without delay, my nanny turned around and approached me again, her deep concern for me evident.

"Your grandmother called just to tell me that Emma arrived in Switzerland a couple of days ago."

"Emma is trying to keep you away from the only person who loves you. She has planned everything meticulously, leaving you with no escape. We can no longer rely on Mrs. Isabel, as I imagine she won't believe us if we tell her that the woman by her side is Emma and not you."

After hearing my nanny's words, I dropped to my knees on the cold floor. Emma, like my parents, has closed off any possibility for me to escape the marriage to that demon.

"Why are they doing this to me?" I cried out.

"What have I done to deserve their hatred?"