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That's too extreme, Ivy," Irene frowned. Having escaped from Henry's muffle, she said abruptly walking up to Ivy, but she stopped in her tracks when her eyes met Zack's glare."And how is it extreme?" Zack responded in Ivy's place, taking a step forward and crouched slightly to meet Dave's height. "You heard her. Kneel."His powerful presence made Dave's knees weaken, and he gave in with a thud. His knee touched the ground, only then did Ivy release her restrained smile."I'm sorry, Ivy," Dave said with his head lowered as he forced himself to produce each word. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would apologize to his ex."Aren't you taking this too far?" Albert couldn't stay silent watching his son get bullied, well, that's what he thought. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop his younger brother but had to say something at least.Zack ignored him and held his wife's waist, leading her to the car as the driver opened the door for the both of them. "Don't ever let t

The woman happened to be a friend to a reporter, so she texted him the audition location and who she saw. At first, she was doubted; how would an actress who had been blacklisted by three different agencies have the nerve to attend an audition, especially after being involved in a recent scandal that was still circulating all over... For the woman to prove it was true, she took a selfie making her back face Ivy's direction, capturing herself and a glimpse of Ivy's side view. Ivy might have put on a slight disguise, but it wasn't enough to conceal her distinctive features as her overall features are easily recognized. Her dimples were clearly visible on her face even when she wasn't smiling. Just the movement of her lips was enough to summon the indent. Number 41 was called; it was the girl's turn to audition. Ivy could only wish her good luck on her arrogance; she should prove it out there and not to her face... When the girl entered the audition room, she was told to act out a scen

I hate you!" Irene smashed the bedside lamp, and it shattered on the floor, leaving her with a scratch on her left ankle. Huffing, she hurled the pillow with all the strength she could muster and tripped, falling to the ground. "I hate you so much." She pounded the ground with a fist full of fury. "URRG!!!!!!!" As she felt her hand welling with pain, she stopped and flung down the photograph placed on the wall. She paused as she looked at the particular mess she created. "No, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She broke down, but no tears fell from her eyes as she picked the photo, tore half of it, and clutched the other half to her chest. "I'm so sorry." She said in a whisper as she closed her eyes and pictured an image in her head. "I'll make the both of them pay, I'll make them pay." She said repeatedly, gritting her teeth and clenching her fist sore. "I'll make them pay, I'll make them pay." All of her emotions welling up, but she refused to shed a tear. 'They will shed tears, I'

When the production team saw that their film was hyped up because of the photo posted, they announced a press release for the film 'Wedding Catastrophe'.As Ivy saw the announcement on their website, she immediately knew she was replaced. But she couldn't quite figure out why the director went back on his word after telling her she got the role. She was very certain they were impressed by her acting. Brushing it off, she refused to feel dejected; there were other opportunities out there, she just had to find them. After the announcement, they released the poster for the film, and her eyes caught someone she recognized in the poster. She turned speechless as she saw who many would assume was her among the cast. She zoomed in to get a better look at the so-called Ivy, the dimples were seen on her cheek and those eyes......"Who is this imposter!" She couldn't help it; she had to exclaim. It was too surprising to remain silent looking at her replica; even their hair color was the same.

The reporters looked at each other incredulously, with one thought flowing through their minds. "Are they identical twins?" "I don't remember her having any twin," said one reporter. "From what I know, she doesn't have a twin." "Why would she appear here and now? Is there a fake identity?" All those inward questions wouldn't be answered until he made a move to interview them personally. About half of the reporters went over to the new arrival, while the other half hurled another question to the other pair. A smile was plastered on their faces as they faced the reporters, so it was hard to tell what was going on in their minds at that moment. Normally in such a situation they expected to see hostilities between them, or angry expressions if they were unaware they had a replica of themselves. But their reaction was off the charts; it seemed there was a secret mind game going on between them. "Is she your twin?" one of the reporters asked the checkered-dressed Ivy Hale, and he