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Elvira’s POV

The internet was going crazy about the reveal, I couldn’t help but smile as I read through some tweets, “Mr Calix is fine!

Someone get that man into modeling,

Why has he been hiding?

I thought he was some ogre but turns out he is a Prince Charming,

His wife compliments him,

I love it when two hot people marry each other,

The late Jordon’s wife looks exactly like Calix's wife,

How can two people look and sound alike?

Something fishy is going on,

Calix looked extremely familiar. I have seen him somewhere, but can’t place my finger.”

Just like we expected, people were trying to look for anything about us and were already digging out old videos of the late Mrs Elvira Jordon.

I dropped the tablet when I heard Becky’s voice, “The interviewers are here to see you.”

Calix picked the people he wanted to work with while I picked the Kyrell art and gallery as our meeting point.

“Nice meeting you, Mrs Kyrell,” A female reporter said as she stretched her hand for a handshake, and I politely took the offer.

“Bring us some coffee,” I instructed Becky, then proceeded to take my seat, and they sat on their designated chairs.

I watched them set up their cameras and arrange their mic. “Thank you for granting us this interview,” The lady said. “Shall we begin?” She asked and I nodded my head.

“So, Mrs Kyrell, tell us about yourself,” She asked, and I gave her little to no information about me.

After asking a lot of questions, she finally asked the question I had been wanting to hear: “After the Kyrell group's fifteenth anniversary, your pictures have been circulating, and there is evidence saying you sound and look like the late president's daughter-in-law. Any comment on that?”

“Yes, I did see that. I also did some research on that. May her gentle soul rest in peace,” I sighed, showing a remorseful face, but all I really felt was anger.

“The world is curious about how you can show you aren’t her,” The reporter pushed further.

I furrowed my eyebrows, I was curious why she was pushing for it even though I knew it would happen, “Is there a reason why?”

The reporter looked me dead in the eyes and said, “The late Mrs Elvira Jordan was a criminal and we believe she died before she could pay for her crimes.”

I was angry, I was boiling but I masked it up with a smile on my face, “Really?” I relaxed into the chair and crossed my legs, “You just said she died before the eyes of the world, you said she burnt to her death, so if y’all witnessed it, then why would you think she is me? Haven’t you heard of doppelgänger?”

“I’m…..”

I interrupted her and said, “If I were to be that criminal woman as you called her, would I have brought myself to the public? Do…..”

“I….”

“Your time is up,” Becky said interrupting her, “You can book another appointment with her.”

“Thank you for sparing us your time,” The reporter said then proceeded to arrange their equipment.

“I will inform Mr Calix about the reporter’s misbehavior,” Becky said as she arranged the cup of coffee.

“Becky,” I called, “Yesterday I wore a backless dress and there are pictures of it on the internet, have your team emphasize on the birthmark on my back,”

I then handed her a small note, “That’s my private account, make it public and compare those pictures and last night's picture then compare my old account to this private account.”

Who knew the pictures I took in secret, who knew the times I went to enjoy my company would come in handy. At least this social profile can prove I’m a doppelgänger.

“We will make sure it trends,” Becky said then excused herself.

I had prepared for this day and I wasn’t going to mess up. I had a tattoo artist tattoo a black dot on my lower back so I could say it was a birthmark, and as for the account, it was my private account, which I had posted beach photos, swimming photos, and many private photos.

It was almost time for me to finally take what was mine, but I also needed my adoptive parents to turn their back on Karisa, but that was impossible as she is their biological daughter and their first child.

Father can easily be swayed, he was a businessman, and he only thinks about his profits, and that’s the only reason why I was tormented in that house, but mother, I should have something on her.

I picked up my phone when I saw the screen light up and it was a message from Calix, “Don’t worry about your parents helping Karisa and family, I made a business plan with them and they would be moving overseas to foresee this business plan and you don’t have to worry about communication through phones, I have made arrangements for that.”

A small smile made its way to my face. May the heavens bless Calix for helping me, but come to think of it, why was he desperately trying to help me?

I picked up my phone, called Becky and she picked up at the third ring, “Becky, the day after tomorrow is the D-day, we will move our things into the Jordon’s office.”

“I will make the arrangements,” Becky said and ended the call.

I was excited, I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces, I wanted them to crumble, I wanted to bury them one by one and I will make sure to do it even if I have to spill their blood. I will gladly exchange their life for the one I lost.