After Being Disfigured, My Twin Sister Stole My Mafia Husband And My Acting Career

When Jason pressured me once again to divorce him for my twin sister Lily’s sake, I agreed.

The cigarette slipped from his fingers. He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me in disbelief as he roared, “Why aren’t you fighting me this time, Sophia Brown? Did you find another man?”

I looked down at the cigarette burning a small black mark into the carpet, crushed it beneath my shoe, and said calmly, “Isn’t this what you wanted, Don Jason?”

Maybe he realized he had lost control. Jason lit another cigarette, leaned back against the couch, and said in a careless tone, “Divorce isn’t exactly necessary. The real problem is your face.

Everyone already thinks Lily is my wife. Every time you suddenly show up, I don’t know how to deal with it. Lily can’t live her life in peace either.”

I ignored him. Without the slightest hesitation, I signed the divorce agreement. Only then did I say, “Don’t worry. From now on, Lily will be your real wife.”

Jason frowned, as if that answer had unsettled him.

A moment later, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood. His voice carried a trace of irritation he could barely hide: “Remember this. She is you. Don’t interfere with her career again. Otherwise…”

My body trembled on instinct.

Three years ago, I was badly burned and disfigured in a fire. When I woke up, I learned that my twin sister had already taken my place.

The wife of the Don of the Kaelaris Mafia family. The beloved North American actress. Lily had become both.

I wanted an explanation. But Jason only stared coldly at my scarred face and said he had always believed Lily was me. He said he had developed feelings for her and could no longer let her go.

Lily said acting had been her dream since childhood. Since my face was ruined and I could never act again, why couldn’t I just let her have it?

I couldn’t accept that. So I exposed everything online. But they controlled the narrative. They painted me as a delusional psychopath. Then they locked me in a dark little room, tortured me, and beat me until I could barely breathe.

Jason showed me no sympathy at all. It was as if he had never loved me. He left me with only one cold sentence. “No one will believe you.”

How strange. Back then, the pain had been so unbearable that I felt half-dead. Yet now, I could no longer even pity the woman I used to be. I only found it ironic.

After walking out the door, I glanced at the flight information on my phone and realized, belatedly, that I had finally escaped a relationship that had rotted beyond saving.

I went into a restaurant to get something to eat. On the big screen, Lily’s latest movie was playing.

I had to admit, her acting was excellent. So excellent that, for all those years, I had never realized she had been coveting everything I had.

No wonder Jason said no one would believe me.

She had a face identical to mine, and because she knew me so well, she could imitate me perfectly on camera.

Back then, I hadn’t been the only one trapped in that fire. Lily had been there too. But when I woke up, every news report said the person rescued first—Lily—was Sophia Brown. And the real me had become an unlucky obsessive fan who had been disfigured in the fire.

I was devastated. I had lost my lover. I had lost my career.

During that time, my family and friends all told me to stop fighting. They said this was already the best possible outcome.

But I couldn’t accept it.

I couldn’t accept being betrayed by the two people closest to me.

I refused to bow my head.

I refused to compromise.

Until one day, a video of Lily and me arguing was somehow recorded and leaked online.

The argument contained almost every unbelievable truth outsiders refused to accept.

The whole thing exploded.

To protect Lily’s future and reputation, Jason produced a forged list of Brown family members and publicly declared, “Sophia is an only child.”

That day, Twitter’s trending topics were filled with headlines like:

“Don Jason Defends His Wife”

“Sophia Argument Video Exposed as AI-Generated”

I was driven mad by the humiliation. I grabbed a pistol, ran to Jason, and screamed at him like a lunatic. But his bodyguards stopped me, and the gun fell to the floor.

Jason restrained himself long enough to have his men escort Lily away first.

That only made me even more hysterical.

I screamed and cursed him for being heartless.

In the end, he picked up the pistol from the floor, pressed it against my forehead, and stared at me with bloodshot eyes, “Do you believe I’ll blow your head off?” he said. “Will you only leave me and Lily alone if we actually get divorced?”

The moment those words left his mouth, we both froze. Finally, I laughed bitterly.

Then, in a voice even more hysterical and unhinged than before, I said, “I’m Sophia—the woman you married. Divorce is impossible. Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Unless I’m dead, no one is taking my place.”