After I Became a Stand-in, I Experienced the Life of A Rich GirlChapter 1
"Five million dollars and you'll see Keira through high school and into college. We'll cover all her expenses," Mrs. Gates said earnestly, holding my hand.
Money is a powerful motivator.
It can make you agree to something unrealistic without a second thought.
I nodded. "Sure, especially since even I can hardly tell myself and Keira apart."
Mrs. Gates thanked me profusely. I waved it off, changed out of my cheap clothes, and put on one of Keira's dresses.
My name is Elle Hart. Well, it was. Now, I'm Keira Gates.
I was just a high school dropout turned debt collector, spending my days collecting protection fees or roughing people up. Then, out of the blue, the Gates family showed up with a bunch of bodyguards, asking me to pose as their missing daughter, Keira.
I stared at Keira's photo for a long time, wondering how two people could look so alike.
I swear, I'm not from another world, nor have I lost my memory. I even asked my mom; she swears I'm her only child. This resemblance is purely coincidental.
Mrs. Gates promised me five million dollars if I graduated and got into college. Five million! That would be enough to set me up for life, no more scraping by on protection fees.
Of course, I agreed. It was an opportunity too good to pass up.
The Gates' driver dropped me off at school, and I headed to the dorms with my suitcase. I should have been unfamiliar with the campus, but I was very likable. Before I could even ask for directions, a striking girl with an impressive figure came up and led me toward the dorms.
"Hey, are we roommates? We seem to be close," I said.
The Gates family had already informed the school about my supposed memory loss from an accident, so I wouldn't recognize anyone.
She smiled, "Yeah, we're really close." But something about her smile felt off.
Our dorm was on the top floor, with four girls in a room. The girl who brought me here was one of my roommates. As soon as I rolled my suitcase inside, she shut the door with a click and quickly locked it.
"Keira, what's up with you? Forgetting who I am after just one summer? That's a joke."
She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and propped her foot up on a chair, her tone just as aggressive as mine when I was collecting debts.
I got it now. She and I were in the same line of work.