I Refuse To Play My Role

Synopsis

When I found myself inside the novel, my pampered sister, Jocelyn Allen, was slicing her own arm with a fruit knife. Blood beaded along the cut. She looked at me and smiled. "Ashley," she said. "Let's see who Mom and Dad believe this time." My mind went blank, then flooded with memories that weren't mine. I was Ashley Allen. I'd been dropped into a story about a cherished fake heiress and the real one. Jocelyn, the impostor, was the darling of the family. And I, the actual heiress, was just her foil. My entire purpose there was to be disliked by everyone—to make her kindness and innocence shine even brighter.