Romans & histoires Misidentification

At the gathering, Sherry Lark became increasingly emotional. Her eyes were red, and she was slightly tipsy as she held onto Ian Glover's hand while tearfully talking about her regrets of the past. She said, "I never imagined it was all just a misunderstanding. If I'd known, I would've handed you the scarf myself instead of leaving it in your desk drawer. If I'd done that, you wouldn't have misunderstood and thought I liked someone else!" Sherry's emotions spiraled out of control. Stimulated by the alcohol, her wolf became unstable, and her scent fluctuated chaotically.

I felt him tremble once, and then it passed. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were red but steady. "That's why my sample was in the clinic's system," he said quietly. "We'd stored extra, in case we tried again. And then there was a mistake." My heart tightened. "Mislabeled," I said slowly. "That's all it was." "A vial in the wrong place. A tag that didn't match." His mouth twisted. "Three people signed off on it and nobody caught it. By the time the clinic ran their audit, you'd already had the transfer."

Memory suppression. She turned another page. A sentence was underlined. Repeated exposure may create false emotional associations. Celine stared at it. “What does that mean?” Her mother looked at Adam. “They were trying to make Adam remember certain people differently.” Adam went pale. “Victoria?” “Possibly.” “Celine?” Her mother nodded. “They wanted you to become the person Adam would associate with safety.” Celine felt sick. “So our relationship…” “Was real,” her mother said quickly. “But manipulated.”

"Why won't you believe me?" Yvonne pouted. "You always lie to me. No man has his first relationship at 30 years old." Benedict spoke the truth. I had always been strict with him. Plus, he was disciplined, so ever since he decided to become a doctor, he spent all his time studying, sparing no time for romance. If he had, then he wouldn't be deceived by Yvonne's two-faced nature. When Benedict fell silent, Yvonne began to lose her temper. "You're still lying to me! I saw the illegitimate son your ex gave birth to. How can you lie to me, you asshole?"

Didn’t care who heard her. I covered my ears and walked faster. Then—screech! A car stopped in front of me. The door swung open and out came… me? Wait—what?! We stared at each other. “Ah! Kyla!” “Ah! Lyka!” We squealed and hugged tight. Meet my cousin, Kyla Willson. No, we’re not twins, but might as well be. She's my dad’s niece. We’re both half-British. The reason why I froze it's because we look exactly alike—same height, same body type. Practically clones.

“That ‘mutt’ might give us the behavioral markers we need to complete the second half of the assignment and be done with this earlier than expected.” The way he said ‘this’ and the possibility of what it meant—us getting closer with every passing day—didn’t slip through my mind, but instead, I asked, “Which includes?” “Pattern recognition. Triggers. Pre-shift trauma cues.” He paused. “And whether their rogue state is reversible.” I raised an eyebrow. “And what if they snap and try to kill us?” Liam finally met my gaze, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Then we’ll know what provokes them.”

Who’d fought wars they never asked for. Who’d survived betrayals that should have destroyed them. And who’d built something real from the wreckage. “You know what I realized?” Aria said softly. “What?” “The marriage was never a mistake. The registry error, the wrong signature, all of it—it wasn’t random. It was fate. The universe deciding we needed each other. Even when we didn’t know it yet.” “Getting philosophical on me?” “Getting honest.” She pulled back to look at him. “I’m glad I signed the wrong document. Glad you walked into that office. Glad we crashed into each other’s lives and made everything complicated.”

It’ll be the only way I can take her in with me. We leave the house and I lock up as the ladies say goodbye yet again. Ken walks away then looks back at me. She holds my stare and keeps on walking. I catch up to Chyne and bump her with my shoulder. “Friendcation. I like it.” I smile at her but she doesn’t return it. “Friendcation? I don’t think that’s how it’s used.” She reply’s back. “Right, because you are a human expert.” “Yes. I am.” Unbelievably stubborn

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

I nodded "That night, I was in Abuja while your mother was here in Lagos for an outing when we received a call from the school authority that you had an accident and you were admitted in a hospital, I called your mother instantly to discharge you from there and bring you to our family hospital in Abuja. On your way here, the doctor that followed you from Lagos mistakenly announced that you were dead. Which was true, the news went rampant and before I could do anything, your mother called back that you regained consciousness. We had to take care of you at home and then transfer you to Canada for your tertiary education" He suddenly held my hand as he looked into my eyes. "This one that I'm ab