Novel & Cerita Ncis Double Identity

I nodded, feeling a little relieved that he was completely unaware of my true feelings with all of this, but again, Jayden stopped me from leaving by speaking again. "Nicole, you will never be able to hide yourself from me. I know that you are the same Nicole as Nicole Martinez, the woman who was rumored to be dead." He said confidently, not noticing the frown on my forehead and Matthew's. I already knew that Jayden must have known my current identity instead of my past identity. But Matthew obviously didn't know about me in the past. We had never met before because I had never ventured into the business world nor studied it. Too busy with my final education, which was hard-won and immediate

Victor turned around. Even Evelyn looked as though she had forgotten there was someone outside the cabin. The voice on the other side of the door spoke again. "You have ten seconds." Nobody acknowledged him. Gregory took one step toward Catherine. Then another. "You identified her body." The accusation sounded almost desperate. "I did." Catherine's voice trembled. "I thought it was her." The room remained silent. Because suddenly the impossible was becoming disturbingly plausible. Twins. Identical twins. A body. Twenty years.

With the kids in her arms, Krystal hurried to a hospital and told the doctors to draw blood for the DNA test. “We’ve collected the samples, ma’am. Please return in a week for the results.” Krystal couldn’t wait a week. Flashing her cash around, she managed to cut the waiting time to just three hours. Those three hours felt like eternity. It didn’t take long before the twins voiced their hunger through wailing. As if she hadn’t heard a thing, Krystal sat there, numbly on the bench.

The sight of the poached eggs, now cold and gelatinous, made my stomach turn. Luciano was leaning over the counter, his tie still draped untied around his neck like a noose. His eyes were fixed on a scrolling line of crimson code that looked like digital blood. He didn't look up as I approached, but his hand reached out blindly, finding my waist and pulling me into his side. It was a grounding, possessive gesture—a silent command to stay close while the world tilted on its axis. "Don Moretti," Cassian nodded to me, his scarred face tightening in a grim show of respect that felt more like a condolence. "We pulled the drive. The encryption wasn't just Vance biometric—it was a dual-key. It requ

He looked furious as if he wanted to even do more. “Drail must have sent him here,” Derek said.“He’s testing how close he can get with all this situation.” Jax stood up, cleaning his hand on the dead man’s jacket like it was a normal thing that he used to do. Like life was that cheap. “He already knows that she’s here,” Jax said. “And he knows it’s her. Not the second one.” Raya’s head spun. The second one. “My twin,” she whispered. She couldn't even say the words very well. It was as if she would cause more trouble if she said it out loud.

During the Thanksgiving holiday week, my husband, Caleb Whitman, keeps working overtime. I feel sorry for how hard he's working, so I take over all the household chores. While doing the laundry, I pull a food delivery receipt from the pocket of his coat. Everything on the order appears to be intended for a pregnant woman. It has bone broth, baked salmon, and fresh seasonal vegetables. It's obvious that everything was chosen with care. There's even a note that says, "For an expectant mother. Keep it low in oil and salt. Make sure the utensils are sterilized." The delivery was sent to a luxury apartment above Caleb's office building. I crumple the receipt, let out a cold laugh, and delibe

The double nodded her head calmly, her voice soft yet eerily calm as she replied, “You counted days and you counted promises. But after midnight, you stopped counting…you gave yourself away without even realizing it.” Vincent snapped back angrily. “That’s a lie! She didn’t give anything away…” The double's eyes locked onto him. "And you, fox…do you know how many nights she lay awake wishing she had never touched you?" Camela gasped for breath. "Stop," she said. The double smiled even wider in response. The heavy iron door behind the double slammed shut with a loud bang. Smoke billowed out, filling the stairs and wrapping around the railings. The double moved closer, her bare feet making no s

Sunny thought to herself and smilingly tightened her grip on Pavel. *** John sipped on her hot Coco as he watched Lance ponder hard on what seemed to be a puzzling situation. He really needed to find Vivian but there was no lead whatsoever. After a while of watching in the sidelines, John decided to help his friend put the puzzle together. “Did you find out the identity of your attackers in Sultan?” John asked. “They are agents from NBCI.” Lance replied hastily. “How come you did not recognize their voices or faces?”

Chapter 19: Living two different lives. Living a double life was proving to be more challenging than I ever imagined. By day, I played the role of a humble waitress, serving tables alongside my best friend, Rachel. But as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, I shed my apron and slipped into the world of the elite, rubbing shoulders with the wealthy and privileged. During the day, I was Jessica Raye, the hardworking waitress, but by nightfall, I transformed into someone entirely different—a sophisticated socialite, mingling effortlessly with the upper crust. It was a charade, a masquerade of sorts, and I was the master of disguise.

Seeing me so heartbroken in the hospital, he had decided to confront Cassidy, and from then on, spend his remaining time with me. But when he discovered the contraceptive pills I'd hidden in the cupboard, he realized that I, too, had been pretending—pretending to care, but still full of hatred toward him. He knew about my flirtations with Kent, knew I had stolen the core project data from his study. He knew everything. And, of course, his condition only worsened from there. So, he cooperated with Kent and me, letting the show go on. Now, standing over his frail, emaciated body, I was overwhelmed with grief, my sobs choking me. But it was too late for regrets.