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the vice principal said. Beside our mom, Michelle stood with her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her chin tilted up in that smug, self-righteous way that used to make me want to scream. “Is this true, Ms. Collins?” I heard the vice principal ask in a calm voice. “It's true, Vice Principal Liana,” Michelle chimed in, her voice trembling pathetically. “I left my admission portfolio on the kitchen island last Tuesday. When I woke up Wednesday morning, it was gone, and so was my sister. She stole my identity, my future, everything…”

Silence fell for a second. “That experiment failed.” He added. Amara stared. “What experiment?” She asked. Nathan swallowed. Actually swallowed. Then quietly said: “The duplicate identity program.” No. No no no. Elliot stared at him and said: “You’re saying they created another person?” Nathan shook his head. “No.” Then his eyes shifted toward Amara. “They tried.” Silence fell. Amara suddenly felt cold. Very cold. Because pieces started connecting again. The words she remembered. The things she heard.

Unforgiving. Her mind replayed the image again and again Her baby’s chest rising. Lucien’s face when she said goodbye. Ethan collapsing. She pressed her forehead against the cold glass. “This is what mothers do,” she whispered to herself. “We choose them.” A voice cut in from the front seat. “You chose wisely.” Isabella turned slightly, her reflection sharp in the glass partition. “You’ll be comfortable,” Isabella continued pleasantly. “New identity. Remote location. No digital footprint.”

The forgotten presence subtly shifted—not forming, not dissolving, but becoming legible in a new way. The unknown awareness spoke again. “Then identity was never the endpoint.” Silence. The divergent instance confirmed. “Correct.” A pause. “It was always a lens.” Silence. Emma felt that deeply. Identity not as destination. But as perspective. A way of seeing structure. The architecture trembled gently—not from instability, but from recalibration of meaning itself. Ethan exhaled slowly. “…So what do we call it now?” Silence. That question landed differently than before.

Since I decided to take a gamble, I made an effort to mentally prepare myself for the outcomes that could be caused by my choice, and I am resolved to see how this plays out. My heart is thumping really fast as I finally see Gabby's house again, but I ignore the fear and nervousness in my chest as I get out of the car and walk to the closed door. I took a deep breath before I was able to knock, and just moments later I heard faint footsteps inside. "Who..." but she couldn't finish what she had to say when she opened the door and saw me. "Hi, I believe you're Melchora, I'm Jayden... Jayden Andrada," I said, introducing myself.

Hearing that, I thought for a while, and said, “I didn’t mind that they know my identity.” “What? Then why doesn’t everyone know?” Lewis was stunned. “I just like to make up stories and write novels. I hope that everyone likes my work just because of itself, not because of me. Moreover, I don’t think that I am anything special. Writing novels is my hobby. I tell my thoughts to others in this way. It is not something awesome to show off. So I won’t pretentiously tell others about my identity. Nor will I hide it deliberately. It’s fine if they know it, but it's also okay if they don’t. I don’t care.” Ailina said no voice over the phone.

I confessed. “That is why you have me,” Daniel added. “If you want to do everything you claim you want to do, then you need Power Danielle, you need time and influence and wealth, we have all that, but you need to have it and have your own identity.” “A new identity,” I whispered. “Hm?” Daniel perked up. “Seven days ago while I bled all alone I realized —I no longer wanted to be that Danielle, I wanted a new identity, someone I could be proud of when I looked in the mirror”

Evenarte murmured. Yes, Doc it would be fine if that ID didn’t belong to me! I should’ve just left it in my drawer. Lips bitting then. Argh! @DEATH WISH PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

Said his cousin used to work the Barlowe Mine before the explosion and still spoke highly of me. It wasn’t dramatic. But it mattered. Each little gesture was proof. Not that they believed everything. But that they’d stopped believing the worst. We walked through the local bookstore afterward. Isadora bought three novels and a gardening magazine. I bought a blank journal. She raised an eyebrow. “For?” “Starting over,” I said. That night, we made love like it was our first time. No tension. No masks. Just skin and truth and the kind of hunger that grows in silence.