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A realization struck me like a lightning bolt—a way to reach Brittany, to chip away at her defenses. I’m thinking about my next move, a spark of an idea ignited in my mind. What if I were to create my own social media persona? A new identity that would be a testament to my transformation. I would share the image of Amber, a woman reborn from the ashes of her past. It would not only serve as a cover but also establish my presence as a new individual—one who wasn't shackled by the pain and memories of Willow Davis.

She would really like to correct that impression if this woman had thought her that. " What do you mean you misread things? " she insisted in a puzzled tone. The woman gave her a skewed glance wondering what she was really asking but when her client refused to elaborate on what she wanted to know she decided to answer. " I thought you wanted this, " the woman pointed between them. " But I see I was wrong and for that, I apologize. " Adriana nodded. " I am not a lesbian, " Adriana thought it best to put it out there. "I am sorry too if there was something I did that might have given you that impression. "

But he immediately took it back. "Ummm miss. What's your name anyway?" I will ask… "Oh, yes, by the way. I almost forgot. I am Adhira Kaminari Picosa! Nineteen years old! Nice to meet you all! And I'm not a girl! I'm not even a man, because I'm genderless like you!" This is a disturbing promise that shocked me, Kali, and Guia, because of his last name "PICOSA" and his teaching to Kali when he said that he is also genderless, only Kali's family and I know. Even Lilith or Soliel didn't know that. Why this woman he knows?

" All you have is a pretty face and a crown, but on the inside, you are nothing but a filthy monster yourself.” " Did you just call me filthy?” Stefania chuckled. " I'm pretty sure you're familiar with that word. No amount of make up will cover up the kind of person you are.” Kim added. " I can see right through you." She looked at her shoes. “Heels to show off your pride, what exactly have you achieved in life? The make up is to cover your ugly attitude, but that's useless now because you've clearly showed the kind of person you are and no concealer can ever hide that. The pearls around your neck is a show off, you're probably just a spoilt brat who has been spoon-fed all her life. So tell

Now no one would dare to say anything bad against Julian. On the other hand, Julian's guard entered the scene while running towards me, grabbing the paper in his hand. He handed me the paper in my hand, and I turned it towards the media. "She joined our company a month ago with a fake identity!" I said while showing the details to the camera. "She is not Mia Watson, but her real name is Mia Butler!" "She registered her fake identity with us—whatever details she had given in our company, such as her educational background, home address, and parents—were all fake."

“Okay, let them get things straight. You thought I was Mary, and that was why you kidnapped me, right?” “Aren't you?” Talk of a major misunderstanding. I know I look like Mary. At least our hair and eyes are of the same colour, but that was where the similarities ended. Our faces didn't even have the same fucking shape. “I'm not. My name is Guilia. Mary is my best friend. I think she's the one you are supposed to take. Not like I will let you hurt her. I just want to let you know you got the wrong person.” “I can't be mistaken!” She argued as she walked over to the desk. She picked up a picture from it and raised it. She looked from the picture to me, and back at the picture. “You are saying

"You've erased me. You've literally erased who I am!" I kicked at the papers, sending them scattering further across the polished floor. Work permits, background checks, references—all lies. All carefully constructed deceptions that painted me as someone I'd never been. "My name is Fiona Velmera," I spat, my voice cracking on the syllables that had defined me for twenty-four years. "I am a fucking Velmera. You don't get to take that away from me." Something flickered across Rafael's face, something that looked almost like dark amusement. But it was gone so quickly I might have imagined it.

Why did I never realize that she loved me? I took a deep breath trying to ease the agony in my heart. I opened the website Alice had sent me. Manuela's pseudonym was Cris Sá. She had several stories published and I opened one that caught my attention by name. —My perverted doctor—. I remembered that its protagonists were based on me and felt anxious to start reading.

Arman is the private investigator I hired to investigate the woman who abducted me, and I trust Arman to get the information I needed in a short amount of time. "Thank you," he said before leaving me with the file on that woman. "Amy, I didn't want to be disturbed," I told my secretary after calling her on the private line. I immediately opened the brown folder, where I immediately saw her picture. According to the report, her real name is Gabrielle Crisostomo, but she preferred to be called Gabby. I saw several pictures from the folder; she looks really different compared to the time when I saw her in the bar, looking sophisticated and mature.

She whispered. Asher gasped as he took a step closer, his hands almost reaching for her. “I can’t believe it’s really you. You’re alive, Raina.” Confusion swept over her, and she took another step back. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, but his words made no sense. “I think you’re mistaken,” she said firmly, her voice steadying as she tried to ground herself. “I’m not who you think I am. I’m Avery Wellesley, not Raina Ross. I’m sorry.”