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The "Not So" Wrong Girl

Author: Merem
last update publish date: 2026-06-02 23:37:27

‎Sleep refused to come.

‎Emily lay on her side, staring at the ceiling as shadows stretched across the room.

‎The estate was unusually quiet tonight.

‎Not peaceful.

‎Tense.

‎Like a storm gathering somewhere beyond the horizon.

‎Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the black SUV parked beyond the gates.

‎Every time she tried to convince herself Victor Laurent was manipulating her, she remembered the look in his eyes when he told her those men weren't his.

‎For the first time since her abduction, she wasn't entirely sure who the enemy was.

‎And that terrified her.

‎With an irritated sigh, Emily threw the blanket aside and climbed out of bed.

‎Maybe walking would help.

‎The digital clock beside the bed read 1:17 a.m.

‎The hallway outside was empty.

‎Most of the estate had gone quiet hours ago.

‎Emily slipped through the door and started walking.

‎She wasn't trying to escape.

‎Not tonight.

‎She just needed air.

‎Space.

‎Anything to stop her thoughts from consuming her.

‎As she reached the end of the corridor, a voice drifted from downstairs.

‎A man's voice.

‎Low.

‎Sharp.

‎Followed by another.

‎Emily slowed.

‎The voices were coming from Victor's office.

‎She hesitated.

‎Then moved closer.

‎Just enough to hear.

‎---

‎Inside the office, Victor stood behind his desk, staring at the open file spread before him.

‎Adrian Kane remained across the room.

‎Calm.

‎Collected.

‎As always.

‎But Victor had spent years reading people.

‎And something about Adrian's stillness felt wrong tonight.

‎Too controlled.

‎Too prepared.

‎Victor tapped a photograph lying on the desk.

‎The surveillance image used during the kidnapping operation.

‎The image that had supposedly identified Elena Vale.

‎Or rather...

‎The image that had led them to Emily.

‎"Walk me through it again," Victor said.

‎Adrian's expression didn't change.

‎"We received confirmation on the target."

‎Victor's gaze remained fixed on him.

‎"From who?"

‎"The source you've used before."

‎Victor's jaw tightened.

‎"The same source who suddenly vanished afterward?"

‎Silence.

‎Adrian folded his arms.

‎"The operation failed because Elena has a twin."

‎Victor picked up the photograph.

‎"There are no coincidences in my organization."

‎His voice remained calm.

‎Dangerously calm.

‎The kind of calm that usually came before violence.

‎"The timing was perfect."

‎"The location was perfect."

‎"The schedule was perfect."

‎His eyes lifted.

‎"The mistake was perfect."

‎For the first time, Adrian looked uncomfortable.

‎Only slightly.

‎But Victor noticed.

‎"Someone altered the target file."

‎The room fell silent.

‎Adrian didn't answer.

‎Victor studied him carefully.

‎Waiting.

‎Watching.

‎But Adrian merely shrugged.

‎"Or maybe someone got lucky."

‎Victor's expression darkened.

‎"I don't believe in luck."

‎---

‎Outside the office, Emily pressed herself against the wall.

‎Her heartbeat hammered against her ribs.

‎Target file?

‎Altered?

‎What were they talking about?

‎Her stomach tightened.

‎This wasn't about Elena anymore.

‎This was about her.

‎She knew it.

‎She could feel it.

‎---

‎Across the city, Elena sat surrounded by glowing screens.

‎Three laptops.

‎Two encrypted drives.

‎Countless open files.

‎For hours she had been tracing financial transactions connected to the stolen data.

‎And every path kept leading to the same place.

‎Victor Laurent's inner circle.

‎Not Victor himself.

‎Someone close to him.

‎Someone trusted.

‎Someone with access.

‎Elena rubbed her tired eyes.

‎Then froze.

‎A new document had appeared.

‎Hidden inside a shell company account.

‎She opened it.

‎A list of transfers filled the screen.

‎One transfer immediately caught her attention.

‎The sender's name was heavily encrypted.

‎But the authorization code wasn't.

‎Elena recognized it instantly.

‎Her blood ran cold.

‎"No way..."

‎She pulled up another file.

‎Then another.

‎And another.

‎The same code appeared repeatedly.

‎Every trail pointed toward the same person.

‎Adrian Kane.

‎The realization hit her like a truck.

‎She sat back slowly.

‎The anonymous source who recruited her.

‎The person who directed her toward Victor's files.

‎The person who paid her.

‎The person who manipulated everything.

‎Adrian Kane.

‎Not Victor.

‎Adrian.

‎"Oh my God."

‎Elena stared at the screen.

‎She hadn't exposed corruption.

‎She had been used to create chaos.

‎Used to weaken Victor.

‎Used to start a war.

‎And Emily...

‎Emily had become collateral damage.

‎---

‎Back at the estate, alarms suddenly exploded through the building.

‎Emily jumped.

‎Red emergency lights flashed briefly in the corridor.

‎The estate instantly came alive.

‎Footsteps thundered below.

‎Voices shouted.

‎Doors slammed.

‎The atmosphere transformed from tense to dangerous.

‎Inside the office, Victor was already moving.

‎"What happened?"

‎A security officer rushed through the doorway.

‎"Perimeter breach."

‎Victor's eyes hardened instantly.

‎"Where?"

‎"North wall."

‎Adrian stepped forward.

‎"An attack?"

‎"No."

‎The guard shook his head.

‎"Looks like surveillance."

‎Victor grabbed his jacket.

‎"Show me."

‎---

‎Within minutes, the control room was filled with activity.

‎Security feeds covered every screen.

‎Victor stood at the center of the chaos.

‎A small drone hovered near the northern boundary of the estate.

‎Watching.

‎Recording.

‎Scanning.

‎Victor's expression turned cold.

‎"Take it down."

‎A technician pressed a key.

‎The drone disappeared from the monitor seconds later.

‎Destroyed.

‎But the damage had already been done.

‎Someone was getting closer.

‎Someone was becoming bolder.

‎Victor stared at the screen.

‎This wasn't random.

‎Everything was accelerating.

‎The stolen files.

‎The surveillance.

‎The altered kidnapping.

‎The pressure was building.

‎And he still didn't know who was pulling the strings.

‎---

‎Meanwhile, Emily found herself being pushed back toward the guest wing by two guards.

‎As they passed Victor's office, she noticed the door had been left open.

‎Just slightly.

‎Something on the desk caught her eye.

‎A file.

‎Open.

‎A photograph attached to the front page.

‎Her photograph.

‎Emily's breath caught.

‎Before the guards noticed, she glanced again.

‎And saw her name.

‎Not Elena's.

‎Hers.

‎Emily Vale.

‎The file wasn't new.

‎A date was stamped across the top.

‎Weeks old.

‎Her stomach dropped.

‎Weeks.

‎The file existed weeks before the kidnapping.

‎Weeks before Victor's men grabbed her.

‎Weeks before anyone supposedly realized Elena had a twin.

‎Her feet slowed.

‎Her mind raced.

‎Someone had been watching her.

‎Specifically her.

‎Not Elena.

‎Her.

‎The guard nudged her forward.

‎Emily forced herself to keep moving.

‎But the discovery followed her all the way back to her room.

‎---

‎Hours later, long after the alarms stopped, Emily stood near her door again.

‎She couldn't stop thinking.

‎The file.

‎The date.

‎The altered target.

‎None of it made sense.

‎Then voices drifted down the hallway.

‎Two security guards.

‎Talking quietly.

‎Emily moved closer.

‎Listening.

‎"...I'm telling you, the boss knows something's wrong."

‎The first guard sounded nervous.

‎The second laughed.

‎"Of course he does."

‎"What happens if he finds out?"

‎A pause.

‎Then:

‎"If Victor discovers who changed the target file..."

‎Silence followed.

‎Emily held her breath.

‎The second guard lowered his voice.

‎But she still heard every word.

‎"Then Adrian Kane is dead."

‎Everything inside her froze.

‎The hallway.

‎The voices.

‎The world.

‎All of it seemed to disappear.

‎Because suddenly—

‎The kidnapping wasn't an accident.

‎The wrong girl wasn't taken by mistake.

‎Someone had planned it.

‎Someone had wanted Emily Vale.

‎And according to the guards...

‎The person responsible might be standing beside Victor Laurent every single day.

‎Emily slowly backed away from the door.

‎Her pulse pounding.

‎Her thoughts spiraling.

‎One terrifying question echoing through her mind.

‎Why me?

‎And somewhere across the city, Elena stared at Adrian Kane's name glowing on her screen.

‎As pieces of the puzzle finally began falling into place.

‎The war wasn't Victor's fault.

‎Not entirely.

‎The real enemy had been hiding in plain sight all along.

‎And neither sister realized just how dangerous Adrian Kane truly was.

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