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“Don't you guys think it's a scheme by Lucas Harrison to clear his name? He made another lady impersonate Heidi to save himself from the paparazzi.” “Grandpa, don't let such a minor incident affect you. Lucas Harrison is capable of everything. Besides, Heidi lost her baby long ago and the lady who appeared in the press conference is heavily pregnant.” “Will you guys leave me alone?” Grandpa Jeffery coughed. “That lady is none other than Heidi Olsen. I believe the fake Heidi is in GreyHills.” “How! Stop speaking like that, Dad! Heidi will never turn against us and go to Lucas Harrison.” Heidi stood by the door that led to Grandpa Jeffery's bedroom, listening to the family members speak at onc

Mixed blood did make women look like adult women when they were 17, but strangely, their faces seemed to stop aging after that. Even Rita looked older than Ajeng, even though Rita was the same age as Ansel. "Why are you so reckless?" Those were the first words that came out of Ajeng's mouth. Hearing Ajeng's voice, Ansel remembered the fake Ajeng, who turned out to be Jennifer Dunn. A Hollywood actress who was declared dead after being tortured by David Foster, her own ex-boyfriend, for betraying him and defending Elena, her former best friend. Suddenly, Ansel felt extremely ashamed. Stupidly, he had ignored the difference in their voices because he was blinded by lust and obsession. Ajeng's

Kyle stepped forward, sensing the tension in Arden’s voice. He looked at Arden’s phone, his eyes widening. “What the fuck?” he said loudly, taking the phone from Arden to be sure of what he was seeing. He replayed the CCTV footage, and the same scene appeared. Kyle lifted his head and looked at Arden. “It’s a fake pregnancy,” he said. “She’s wearing a silicone baby bump.” They rewound the footage again and watched Jewel carefully as she put on the silicone belly.

"My real name is Jennifer Gomez and this look is not mine as well. I had to undergo five different plastic surgeries to look like Helen." "Wow! This is thrilling. If you're not Helen, then where is Helen?" The journalist asked. "And why did you have to pretend to be her? For all these yeas?" Ignacio asked, pissed off. "I'll take it one after the other. The real Helen is dead and I happen to be her killer" She said the last clause in a low tone. "What!" Iris yelled in shook. "How could you kill someone, mom?" She asked.

I had endured 98 tests he set for me—working menial jobs, donating blood, cutting off friends, getting injured, and even giving up my research grant. I eventually discovered he had been pretending to be poor all along, and every hardship I faced had been a deliberate setup. Meanwhile, he had been extremely generous with the campus belle, Yvonne, buying her cars and houses. My heart had turned to stone. I refused his 99th test, broke up with him, and moved abroad. The crowd didn't notice the shift in Nicholas' expression and continued to mock me. Suddenly, he spoke in a frigid tone. "That's enough. Throw her out. I don't want to see her face."

Some demanded evidence for such claims and that the Margaret they know is a highly respected woman who will never stoop so low as selling her body just for some contract. Thirty minutes after the comments for evidences were requested, different pictures of Margaret and Lucian together were seen everywhere. Some when they were kissing, hugging, having lunch and a lot when they were walking out of the said hotels mentioned earlier. The latest information shocked everyone and no one was quick to making comments again. The PR of Lockwood released news that the pictures were fake and was photo-shopped but then a well known Photographer made a comment that the pictures were legit and he will know

No one else could elicit that from her. But it wasn't a physical defect. When we first started dating, to ward off suitors, she had deliberately spread that rumor, telling me, "Clyde, in this lifetime, I'll only open my heart to you. I want the whole world to know that I, Hazel Mullins, am yours and yours alone." Using her fabricated condition, she had built an impenetrable wall around her. She had claimed she depended solely on me with unwavering loyalty. Yet now, she had shattered that vow without hesitation.

He also noted a third person present in the room taped the video. I did zoom in on that video, and then I noticed all of the details I had missed for the first time. Justin kissed Sarah's neck because she was lying there, totally unconscious. F*ck. That is how could I have missed that? I asked then, with my voice shaky, “What about those photos of her with Justin?” That question left me unsettled. Baldwin replied, “They were all fake, yes. Someone changed them very skillfully.” I said, “Are you sure?” as I had hoped that he might doubt his findings.

Dressed in a black tuxedo, he made the dazzling stage look dull by comparison. Tony, who had mocked me, gaped. "Wow! Wanda, you really splurged this time. You hired an actor that handsome? Not bad. He's on par with Easton—" But before he could finish his sentence, Tina spoke in a trembling voice. "Mr... Mr. Hackett? Is it really you?" Tina worked for one of Gavin's business partners. She was always throwing herself at him, enamored by his wealth and looks.

But it was touch and go there for a while, and now I had runs in my stockings from their dewclaws. Slightly disheveled, I reentered Jerome’s house to find him waiting on the couch naked, and stroking his big black dick while watching a porno movie of some busty blonde bimbo taking on a room full of guys. It was only when the camera drew in for a close-up that I realized that the bimbo on TV was my sister Heidi. With a cock in every hole she owned, one in each hand, and the rest jerking off around her she looked like she was in seventh heaven.