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Christina raised her voice again, almost screaming. I stared at her coldly. "Get it right. The fake Jackson got you pregnant. His name is Adam Thomson. Stop using my husband's name as your shield." Christina's lips curled into a strange little smile. "I can't help it. His name comes in handy. You'd better get ten million dollars ready for me. If you don't, something very bad is going to hit the Reed family." I didn't bother listening to her nonsense. I turned and walked away.

A quiet Italian restaurant in downtown LA. The candlelight blinks across the white tablecloth. "You haven't touched your food," Daniel says gently. I look down at my plate, tracing the rim of my water glass. Daniel and I just spent an hour reviewing the final financial documents. Fifty-one percent of the Jackson empire now belongs to my proxy shell companies. The trap is completely set. "What happens after, Tara?" Daniel asks softly. I look up. "After what?" "After tomorrow," he says, leaning forward. "After the revenge is complete. After Lea is exposed and justice is served. What are you going to do?"

Those contributions, along with my stellar grades, had secured me a guaranteed spot at a top university before I even took the SATs. However, Haley suddenly struck and slandered me. She accused me of impersonating her. Crying, she pitifully showed photos of my villa, including the pool, the private theater, and my dad's collection of sports cars in the garage. She even produced a photo of herself standing next to my dad to make her lies more convincing. The school turned on me when the photos were released. I became the "poor girl" who pretended to be a tycoon's daughter, and my guaranteed university admission was revoked.

But the moment I turned, a sharp slap landed across my face without warning. "What are you supposed to be?" he barked. "Daring to cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party!" I frowned, studying the man in front of me. It was my father, Gregory Thompson. And yet, he looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He stepped protectively in front of Camellia, his expression impatient. "Holding a fake authority token, and you dare come here to show off?" With that, he sealed my identity as an impostor.

Lydia shrieked as she hastily backed away and hid behind me. She brandished the report at Jeremy and screamed, "You're not my son! My son has a red birthmark behind his ear, but you don't! My son has nyctophobia, but you're not scared of the dark! My son's legs are fine, but you're crippled!" She then pointed at Dean before continuing, "You too! Both of you are impostors!" Dean collapsed into a chair. His shoulders were shaking violently as he covered his face with his hands, making it impossible to tell if he was crying or doing something else.

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.

“Don’t you think this is important, Darren? Our marriage would strengthen my family’s position in the company. Surely you understand that.” The imposter smiled faintly behind the mask, trying to appear amicable without overreacting. “I’m sorry, Nadine,” he said softly, following the script he was given. “This is a big decision. I need time.” Nadine looked at him with disappointment but tried to hide it. “Alright, Darren. I respect your wish to think it through. But I’ll be waiting for good news from you.” The meeting ended with Nadine leaving with mixed feelings, while the Darren imposter departed with relief, having successfully maintained his boss’s secret. For the real Darren, this step w

Douglas thought there is no way that Kaitlyn move like that the ones that are shown on the was edited he concluded. "Man! Why are you not shooting the scene ." The man on his side asked him. " Oh sorry! I got overwhelmed." He lied and move himself away from the man. "Newbies, he he he..." The man commented. But Douglas decided to wait until the whole fiasco finished to follow the impostor to uncover her identity and uncover the motive behind the impersonation. After the so called rescue unlike Kaitlyn the impostor tied the penetrators and beat them left the place after flashing her figure in the camera as if she knows there were lenses aiming in her way, without calling the police.

He said, gesturing with his hand. Then I knew that the imposter was the Stephen I saw at the beach. His mouth then opened wide and I could see a fork tongue coming out slowly and he had multiple teeth around and his eyes turned dark. “Since you refuse to believe me, I will eat you alive.” He said, ready to attack me.

“Not lies, fox. These are records. Every name she could have been. Every grave she almost occupied.” He glared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and whispered. “She’s alive.” The imposter ran her finger over the last passport, tapping on the red stamp as she responded, “For now.” Camela’s distant cries echoed faintly, trapped somewhere beyond the line of people that didn't move. The imposter stood tall again, her eyes glowing faintly red as she adjusted her dress. “Welcome to the crossing. No one leaves without papers. And every paper costs a soul.”