MR.CEO'S SWAPPED WIFE

Introduction

Choe's pov

My life is a complete disaster. It's my wedding day, and it should have been the happiest day of my life. However, I'm standing in the church, waiting to marry a man I don't even recognize.

The guests surrounding me keep smiling and giving me strange wishes that don't feel genuine. This is really bad, and I wish I could stop the wedding. How did I end up taking my sister's place at the altar? I only returned from London to attend my twin sister's wedding, Clara, and yet here I am, the bride.

I'm confused and don't know what's happening. I don't know why I agreed to marry him. I don't want to deceive anyone; I don't want to marry a man I don't love or have any connection with. I barely know what he looks like, only that he's supposed to be my sister's husband. But where is my sister?

My name is Chloe Walker, and I'm a model. I've lived alone since I was ten years old. As a twin, my sister Clara and I have always been close, but our lives have taken different paths after we turned five years old, I have everything people consider a normal life - a good job and physical beauty - but life has never given me two things I truly desire: happiness and a peaceful family.

I've spent my entire life faking smiles and pretending to be happy, but it's all a lie. I'm broken beyond repair. As I stand here, waiting to marry a stranger, I'm reminded that I'm a twin, and my sister Clara is..

As a twin, I thought being a twin would be fun and lovely, but it's been the opposite. My family hates the sight of me, but they love and favor my twin sister, Clara. They give her everything she wants and treat her like she's the only one in the family. I'm always the second option to everyone, and I wonder when I'll be someone's first choice. I'm tired of being people's second choice.

Sometimes I've thought I was adopted. I even asked my mother one day if I was truly their daughter. It was a stupid question, but I had my reasons.

I left California when I was ten to live with my aunt. It was a life I was forced to live, but at least I got to do what I wanted. I graduated with honors, but I never felt like working for any company. My dream was to become a model, and I achieved that dream with the help of my aunt. She's more than just an aunt to me.

One day, while I was in the modeling studio preparing for a shoot, I received a call that Clara was getting married. I was happy for her. Despite how my family treats me, I couldn't bring myself to hate them. They're my family, after all.

I asked my personal assistant to book my flight back to California for the next day. When I arrived, nothing had changed. It was still the same.

I took a cab home instead of my family picking me up from the airport. When I got home, I was excited to see my family, but the question was, were they excited to see me?

I wasn't welcomed at all. They didn't even care if I was alive or not. During my stay in London, none of them called me once, but I always made excuses that they were busy.

Our house was full of decorations, guests, and wedding planners moving in and out since Clara's wedding was the next day. I dropped my bag in my room and went to Clara's room to check on her and see if I could help with anything.

When I got to her room, I found her sitting in front of the mirror staring at her reflection. "Bride to be," I said, trying to get her attention.

"You're back," she said dryly.

"I have to attend my sister's wedding, after all," I replied.

"That's nice," she said.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked.

"By leaving me alone, I guess," she said, which made me walk out. I wasn't surprised by her attitude; it wasn't new. But something was wrong. The Clara I knew wouldn't look like that unless she wasn't happy. She looked bothered and troubled. I wondered what had happened to her, but I decided to ignore it. Not like she would tell me if I asked.

I went to my room to get prepared for the next day as the bride's sister. I took a warm bath and slept because I was tired.

The next day, the day of the wedding, everyone had moved to the hall where the wedding was taking place. I was left alone in the house to come on my own.

When I was done getting dressed, I made sure I ate something before heading to the wedding venue. On reaching there, I saw my mother running towards me immediately I got down from the car. She took my hand, dragging me to the dressing room, where I met my father. They both looked worried, and I wondered what had happened while I was at home.

"Where is Clara?" I asked, and they both looked at each other as if waiting for who would talk first. Until I asked again, my mother finally decided to speak up. She gave me a piece of paper. I looked at both of them before I opened it. My eyes widened in shock as I read what was written there.

"Clara ran away?" I asked, and my mother quickly covered my mouth so others wouldn't know.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. "Should I go out and tell everyone that the bride ran away? Why did you bring me here?"

They both looked at each other again before my mother took my hand gently into hers for the first time.

"Please, you need to help us," she said, and I wondered what she wanted me to do for her to be begging me.

"I looked at both of them not understanding a thing.

Help you? I asked