Novel & Cerita Ncis Double Identity

Is it too early in the day to take my call at this time? My watch read six, and I hadn't slept at all. Last night's few hours were great, but it hasn't been able to get me to sleep. It might also be the effect of the strong pill mixed in my drink during last night's party. Is having offspring the next imperative after marriage? Or did someone deliberately want to send me abroad like the sisters who got married first? Oh, I know that person. "Find out the identity of last night's employee. Raise his position." I spoke as I met eyes through the rearview mirror with Bulan, the assistant I mentioned earlier. It was hard to find a woman who didn't mix work with romance, especially since I wasn't

“By the way Natalia, could you prove to us that you are Jera Young’s daughter?” “What? Didn’t I show you already that tattoo on my sleeve during the Masquerade ball?” Natalia shot back. “Well, was it enough? How about a DNA?” Achilles shot back. “Wait don’t you know him Achilles? You two were dating right?” Martini asked this time. “That’s not me.” Achilles whispered. “What?” “As I was saying you should prove your identity to us. We can’t just trust you on this. We have to confirm your identity before we plan our next step in decreasing the crime rate. ”

He zipped it open and pulled out a tablet, sliding it across the polished surface toward me. "You tried to fool us with the repentant daddy act. Using Caleb as a shield while you spied on Sarah’s business. Drop the act, Tyler. It’s over." He hit play. I stared at the screen. My heart stopped. It was the night vision footage of Sarah’s office hallway. A man...my double, my twin... walked into the frame. He looked over his shoulder. He looked exactly like me. He entered the office and emerged minutes later. "That’s not me," I whispered, the blood draining from my face. "Sarah, I swear to you, I never left that guest room. I don't remember getting up. I didn't do this."

Whatever this was, it had better be worth disturbing the one fragile peace I’d managed to secure. The head maid stood waiting. Straight-backed. Hands folded. Expression set into that familiar, unnerving neutrality she wore like armor. She didn’t speak until I did. “This better not be trivial,” I said. “It isn’t.” She extended a thin file. “I discovered the discrepancy an hour ago. Cross-verification. I confirmed it myself before bringing it to you.” I took the file. Inside were records. Two identities layered over one another. One legitimate. One manufactured. The same face attached to two different histories, one that existed, and one that conveniently didn’t.

The stalker had Ben's exact physical appearance, and he possessed a physical credit card in Ben's actual name. This was either the most elaborate, terrifying case of identity theft I had ever encountered in my entire legal career... or my best friend's husband was living a horrific, twisted double life. Kyle’s large, warm hand clamped down securely onto my shoulder, anchoring me to reality. "Thank you for your time," Kyle told the florist grimly. He gently turned me around, guiding me completely shell shocked out of the shop and back onto the pavement. "Cleo," Kyle said urgently, stopping me by the kerb. "What do we do?"

He leaned against the railing, the wind whipping through his uncombed hair. “What I have for now is a whole lot of nothing. The flight and hangar footage show nothing because they have been destroyed beyond repair,” the private investigator informed apologetically, “Because most of the men died, tracking them was hard. However, I discovered that it seemed like they were from two different groups.” “Two?” Edward's highbrow furrowed, “Like a double hit?” “Yeah. Something like that. Or maybe I would say the same person sent two different groups at the same time to make sure he would die, or two different people ordered the hit,” he clarified further, and Edward was stunned beyond words.

We would get to be on good terms with more billionaires and get to partner with my father's company. We all drank and cheered when my phone rang again. Out of excitement, I picked it up without looking at the caller ID. Immediately I picked it up, and I heard a deep voice. “I know that pregnancy isn't for Nicklaus,” the voice said. Immediately my mood changed, and I looked at the screen to see that it was that same blackmailer, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but there wasn't anybody. Nobody was on his or her phone. At that moment, everybody became a suspect, and I knew that I would do anything to uncover that hidden identity that was after my l

“They have the same face and the same voice. Same history, at least on paper.” I shook my head immediately. “That alone doesn’t change anything,” I said. “The duplicate already confessed.” Daniel shook his head too. “A confession during a breakdown doesn’t settle identity issues in court,” he replied. That made me pause. I had spent multiple years dealing with contracts, ownership fights, and corporate battles. Identity disputes were rare, but they could turn ugly very quickly. Daniel walked closer to the table. “Imagine the duplicate wakes up tomorrow and says the confession was forced,” he said. “Imagine she claims Victoria stole her identity years ago.”

Right na? I went inside the washroom as I took off my clothes and inspected my body... The marks... In my past life, he had made me go through laser surgery so the marks were not there. Now thinking about that time, I realize that he actually changed my real self, this time I will not let him destroy me, he was only obsessed with me... He never loved me... Fuck! That hurts! I turned on the shower ( which I usually do not do) and stood under it, the calming cold water gave me a sudden relief.

He then sat down and covered his face with both his hands. "By tomorrow, I will be gone, and you won't have to see or experience the other side of my double life." Rake mumbled out of frustration as he relaxed on the couch.