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“KAYLA SENT YOU a friend request?” Soren asked, skeptical. “Yes.” “Are you sure it’s really her, probably a poser.” “The profile name says Kayla Cortez and Andrew and some of your relatives are friends with the account.” “That’s not an assurance that it’s an authen—” “It has five thousand friends, the maximum limit for friends, and it’s active for the last six years,” she interrupted him. “An imposter can’t fool that many people. And her friends are commenting on the posts like she’s the real deal.”

Camilla screamed, her voice cracking. “Don’t raise your voice at me, **imposter**!” Vivian barked, glaring daggers at Camilla. The room fell into silence. **The only sound was** Camilla’s heavy breathing. She glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins—they both looked terrified. **So did Holly’s family.** She could feel Holly trembling **inside**, but she looked okay **on the outside.** She was scared; Camilla knew it. “It is me you want. Let everybody go, **and** I will let you have me,” Camilla said.

Only then did he realize that the imposter’s eyes were red from crying, and his face was full of tears. “Gah! We’re a family. Why are we turning our backs against each other?” Nelson said, “Alden, we actually shouldn’t have been like this. We are a family. Isn’t it great that we can live happily together? Why are we hurting each other?” It turned out that the imposter’s name was Alden Mayo. He threw the remaining apple into the trash bin. He scoffed. “Don’t you understand why it’d turn out like this? If you didn’t reject and stop me again and again, would I use such extreme methods?

That imposter had gone as far as altering her face to steal Elona’s identity. Jimmy clenched his jaw. “That means someone powerful helped her. A regular woman wouldn’t have access to that level of identity manipulation." Hearing his assistant's speculation, Alaric’s mind sharpened, gears turning with ruthless efficiency. He had to be careful. He couldn’t let the fake Elona or whoever she truly was, know that he had uncovered the truth. Not yet. No, first, he needed to know who was behind this. And why. His voice was calm, almost emotionless when he finally spoke. “For now, we continue as usual. She still thinks I believe she’s Elona.” Jimmy’s gaze flickered with understanding. “You’re going

A bitter truth? Ain't I myself an imposter then? Just like everyone?

Seeing the glorious twist in the incident, the reporters quickly thrust their microphones in the affected people's direction. "Mr. McKinnon, you made such a confident claim that Pierce's grades were all fake. In that case, why would he call the police?" "That's right. This is the CEO of Klein Group we're talking about. She has already stepped out to clarify the truth on Pierce's behalf. What else do you have to say about this matter?" "Also, Mr. Jackman, since Charles has scored a zero in his college entrance exams, will your family still consider him as a partner of your marriage alliance?"

“Why all the questions?” Why? I gave a small, humorless laugh. I preferred to tell him the truth, so I did. “Well, in that case…” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I found the impostor.” His brows lifted slightly, but there was no real surprise. If anything, his expression was more… resigned. As if he’d been waiting for this moment. “I found her,” I continued, voice calm and deliberate.. “But before I could make her pay, I wanted to know the complete story.”

The imposter asked with a teasing smile. "Who the hell are you? You better hurry up with whatever explanation you have for daring to come to my office, and deceive me." Wayne said in a hard tone. "Deceive you? I never did anything like that. I told the receptionist that Cinnamon was here to see you, so here I am." The imposter said as she opened her arms wide. "What are you talking about? You are not..." Wayne almost bit off his tongue at his apparent stupidity. He had been so shocked not to see Rose that he had not logically thought about it. He was about to claim that she was not Cinnamon. But he remembered that Rose had been the one actually posing as someone else.

Professional. Her hands went still on the keyboard. She closed the laptop lid. Sat in the dark. This wasn't Damien. This felt nothing like Damien, everything about him tonight had been direct, deliberate, in person. This was someone who worked from a distance. Someone who wanted her afraid without having to look at her while she was afraid. She thought about the woman in red. The slow toast. The inventory eyes. She opened the laptop again and typed the name into the search bar: “Seraphina Langford.”

° ° ° ° ° She was an impostor. Out of all the things he’d imagined she was capable of… Faking someone else’s identity just wasn't on his Top 10. It just sounded so absurd. And pointless. Although, now that he had given it some time to stew ― give or take five hours ― the haze just cleared up in his head.