Part 2The Kings Perfect Surrogate

“Veronica Sinclair, you already ruined my face, why can’t you just let me go?

“Please, leave me alone. I swear I’ll never go near Harrison King again, I’m begging you…”

The woman standing before me, wearing a cheap surgical mask, shrieked her desperate plea. Her eyes were wide with terror, the edge of hysteria cracking her voice.

Around the edges of the mask, I could clearly see the crisscross of pale, angry scars covering her skin.

I gently touched my own face. “Do I really look that much like her?”

The difference in my voice made the woman freeze. “You… you’re not her?”

I nodded. “I’m not her. But I intend to be. Help me.”

She took the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

In return, she told me everything she knew about Harrison King.

Three days later, thanks to her introduction, I was working as a cocktail server at The Zenith, a top-tier nightclub that catered to the Gold Coast elite.