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Ava read the screenshot four more times before she trusted herself to drive home. By the fourth read she had stopped looking for new information and started looking for an explanation that made it less than what it appeared to be, some context that would turn a conversation with her name in it into something harmless, a misunderstanding, a coincidence. She did not find one. The conversation was dated three weeks ago. It mentioned her by name, multiple times, in a tone that suggested planning rather than passing comment, and the two participants were people whose names she recognized well enough that the recognition itself felt like a small betrayal.

The alpha sits himself on a bench that is near before patting next to him on the bench. Nero accepts the invitation to sit but he can feel the weight of his whole world on his shoulders. “I know. Ezra is great, He is my friend. He is kind and caring …” Nero slows down when trying to explain. “But?” The Alpha now questions. “She is my mate. I love her. How can I be okay with someone else holding her?” There he said it a bit of the weight seems to have fallen off his shoulders now that for the first time he was able to tell someone how he really feels.

But the same notification popped up: "Invalid password. To open this file, enter the correct password below." Ugh. Fine. Another try. I typed my full name again—this time in uppercase. "MYKAELANIELSEN" There was a short beep from the tablet after I tapped on "Enter". A new notification window popped up on the screen. My breath caught, and my lips curved into a smile. "The images are ready for viewing." ◇ "Sofija Mihajlović."

He placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "What now?" He inquired, addressing both Rowena and the nurse. "Rowena..." Gary croaked again. He couldn't help it. He was sure it was her. The woman exhaled and turned to him with a serious look in her face. "Look," she began. "You... have the wrong person. Now please stop scaring me and my child."

“Statements that weren’t true.” “Well,” he said at last, “this changes matters. If what you’re saying is correct, someone has been contacting firms under your name. We take identity misuse extremely seriously.” I pressed a hand to my forehead as dizziness seeped in. “Do you have a copy of the submission?” “Yes.” “Can you—” My voice cracked. “Can you send it to me?” “Of course. And Clarissa?” “Yes?” “You should see what was included in the appendix. It may… concern you.”

Mia was irritated, so she hit his chest again, and Jaxon let her go, just to make her satisfied. “What’s wrong with you? Is it true that your other personality reappeared? Did I meet Mister Dominant?” Mia groaned, causing Jaxon to pause and look at the girl in his arms. His brow furrowed in perplexity at what Mia had just said. “What do you mean?” Mia scowled and stabbed Jaxon’s chest several times with her index finger. “You can be the sweetest man for a moment, but you quickly turn into the most annoying and, at times, frightening man. I believe you should be examined because you may have more than three personalities sharing your body. Do you realize how popular DID is these days?”

“I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.” “Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a piece of bread to eat. You lied to me that your name was Maria and your phone number, I called you a thousand times or more, and an old man answered and laughed and said his name was St. Maria.” “I genuinely feel sorry, and I hope that doesn't reflect in my academic results, Professor D.”

I smiled handing him my folder and stood up. "Hi, I am Celestine Mira Asuncion. You can call me Mira, Tintin, or anything you wanted to call me." Smiling I said and of course !. I had to take his attention so that I could win his heart right away. "Celestine ... hmmm nice name." Smiling he said while looking at my bio data. I hope he doesn't investigate me anymore, and I'm sure our Boss is now handling the fake documents that I will use for this mission.

he said. "Ow, shit! Luckily I didn't have a heart attack!" said Ilona, ​​who could sum up all the questions that were ringing in her head that day. "I am sorry, but Hi! My name is Eldrian, and that's what I want to tell you about my explanation!" "Heem?" "There's nothing else, you already know everything, we've known each other for a long time! Ziyan and I are the same!” he explained without further ado. "You're crazy! You're so annoying, even though you're my CEO, I'm seriously mad at you now! Are you happy to be a liar, huh!" said Ilona, ​​who couldn't stop thinking that her friend was doing a perfect disguise.

"Don't speak. You're a liar. You knew. You let him taint the last piece of good I had. The one memory that wasn't corrupted by them." Anna understood the weight of the moment. The memory of Hannah was the foundation of his idealized self-image—the one time he felt truly loved. Liam’s confession had not just revealed a single betrayal; it had destroyed the entire narrative of his past, causing a total identity crisis. "I didn't know, Dylan, not until seconds before you walked in," Anna lied, smoothly and necessarily. She couldn't afford to let his abandonment fear solidify. "But listen to me, Liam's action was separate from your relationship with Hannah. His betrayal is his own. It does not m