What if the person staring back from the mirror wasn't you, but a perfect, sinister replica? Lone's life shatters when a phantom twin emerges, stealing his identity, framing him for murder, and systematically dismantling everything he holds dear. As his world crumbles, he uncovers a terrifying truth: his doppelganger is a 'ghost clone,' a malevolent entity bent on replacement. Can Lone reclaim his life before his identity is erased forever?

Trapped in a loveless marriage, Deirdre McKinnon discovers she's pregnant with Brendan Brighthall's child—a man who despises her. Mistaken for his comatose beloved, Charlene, Deirdre clings to the hope of motherhood against a tide of cruelty. But as the truth unravels, she realizes her life, her love, and her very identity have been stolen. Can she escape the clutches of a man who sees her only as a substitute, or will she lose everything, including her child, in a desperate bid for freedom?

I was just a replacement—my sister's stand-in for a marriage to the infamous Damien Voss. But the cold-blooded heir I expected isn't who he seems. Behind his gentle smile lies a web of lies so deep it threatens us both. Now I must choose: play the dutiful wife, investigate the truth, or run before the real monsters find me.

Alex just wanted a normal life—a job, a dog, and maybe a girlfriend. Then Amanda Walters entered his world, or rather, he entered hers. From a dating app match to a chaotic street collision, their paths entwined with unexpected force. Now, with stolen items and a date gone horribly wrong, Alex is pulled into Amanda's dangerous game. Can he survive her secrets, or will he become just another pawn in her elaborate con?

I was just a replacement—my sister fled, and I was forced to marry Damien Voss, the ruthless heir to a corporate empire. But the man I wed is nothing like the monster they warned me about. His kindness is disarming, his secrets even more so. Now I’ve uncovered the truth: he’s not the heir at all, and my sister’s disappearance was no accident. Every smile, every touch, might be part of a deadly game. Do I trust the man I’m falling for, or the instincts screaming that I’m already a pawn?