The Masquerade Swap: I Traded Her Life For Mine

My best friend, Chloe Sullivan, handed me a gorgeous silver mask at the Halloween ball.

"Wear this," she said, her voice sugary sweet. "You'll be the queen of the ball tonight."

But at the stroke of midnight, our identities swapped. She stole my face, my status as an heiress, and my fiancé.

Then, with a cruel flick of her wrist, she threw me into a mental asylum, leaving me to be tortured to death.

Reborn into this life, she stood before me again, offering that very same mask, her eyes burning with greed.