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“I thought I was.” He sat across from me, eyes unreadable. “Hmm, you’re good at hiding things.” “You’re good at pretending.” He tilted his head, a slow smile forming. “We’ll make a hell of a team.” I let out a tired laugh. “I can’t believe this is my life right now.” “I can,” he said. “You’re too composed to be ordinary.” I blinked. That might’ve been a compliment. “So what now?” “It’s your call, sweetheart. Plan the next phase of the illusion,” Dante said, standing. “Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.”

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Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the

It was supposed to be a distraction to shut my brain off but it wasn’t working, not even close. Astrid kept slipping into my thoughts. It had been a month since we started fake dating and the last thing I wanted was being the first to fall for it. I exhaled slowly, pushing the thoughts away as I fired at an incoming enemy. “You’re doing it again,” Calvin said. “Doing what?” “That thing where you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” “I genuinely don’t know what you are talking about.” I drawled so it would sink in but instead, he snorted.

Each item listed was proof of Christopher's crimes. He had faked mental impairment for five years, all just to frame me. Even the car accident back then had been entirely his own doing. From the very moment I came back, he had used every means possible to frame me. And as though blind, Eliza had believed whatever he said. Perhaps she had her suspicions in the very beginning. But Christopher's relentless manipulations had kept her from ever looking into it, until all that remained was her disappointment in me. As she looked at the documents in her hands, she sank into endless anguish. Christopher was the true culprit behind my death, and she had played the role of his willing executioner.

"Jeanette, our engagement isn't even over yet. How can you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid people will talk? Ugh!" She stepped on me harder. "You're an imposter. Do you think you deserve to marry me? Let me tell you the truth. Zach and I are engaged. I know you want me. That's why you pulled all this crap, but stop dreaming. Kneel and admit you're in the wrong, and Zach may spare you," she said. The pain contorted my face, but fury burned through me. I said, "Only you would worship an imposter heir. Just wait. You'll see how far he'll fall when the truth comes out!"

I scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.

"I guess you have to sit down first.” With a gulp, I followed her advice and watched as she sat down across from me. My heart raced as I braced myself for what she had to say. "Tell me everything,” I asked, desperate for an answer. “First let me begin by saying your suspicion was true all along. Alexandria was pretending to be you and she managed to deceive everyone around her. Luckily, Mr. Valentino found out she's an Impostor rather quickly. However," Samantha paused. “What.” I gasped, unable to take the suspense. “Telle the bad news.”

I give her a proud grin and motion my head for her to keep going. She shifts around on the couch again. “The truth is, my father had put a spell on me when I was a child to make everyone think I’m actually an alpha when, in reality, I’m an omega girl.” Gasps ring out through the phone, but they remain quiet.

“Why are you doing this Mr. Ben? I thought you genuinely cared for me. I had started seeing you in my father’s place.” Loud guffaws resonated in the room. He tried to say between bouts of laughter, “ You…ha ha ha….. are very naïve, Sia….ho ho ho…. You really believed my pretense…. Oho, oho…oho….” He was laughing so hard that he had to stop talking. When he finally managed to calm down he said, “Or maybe…I am a very good actor. I was pretending to be your well-wisher all this while. It was all a ruse. If I had tried to usurp your property the moment you arrived the Immortal Council would have got suspicious.