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Their grins were suggestive. The woman was tall and lovely. A cloth stifled her mouth, her hair was a mess, and parts of her clothes were torn. The cold night air made her shiver, and fear filled her wide eyes. Logan knew exactly what was happening. A sinister and cruel act was imminent if he stood by. One of the men, clad in a jacket, glared at Logan, growling, "Don't play the hero, Spider-Man." "Yeah, get lost!" his companions jeered.

As soon as he stepped into the clearing, the imposter’s expression shifted, a flicker of something dark passing over his face before he quickly masked it with a smile. Magnus stepped forward, his eyes cold and hard as he addressed the imposter. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice laced with authority. “And what have you done with our Gamma?” The imposter’s smile faltered, and for a moment, the mask slipped, revealing the hatred that simmered beneath the surface. But it was only for a moment, and then the smile was back, though it no longer reached his eyes. “What are you talking about, Alpha?” the imposter replied, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “I am Gamma Darius. I’ve been tr

This was my golden ticket. But how can he be trusted? “How do I know you’ll keep to the end of your bargain?” Alexander's smile widened and this time, triumphant. He knew he had won and gotten my attention. “You have no choice but to see for yourself.” I swallowed hard, hoping I wasn’t getting into a trap. He brought his hand for me to take. “This is just the beginning. To get our revenge, you’ll become something no one will ever see coming. You’ll be my imposter.”

the idiot grins, completely unaware of the two very real alphas standing behind him. Parker clears his throat loudly. “Your Highness. What a surprise finding you here.” The guy freezes. Parker’s hands clamp down on his shoulders and spin him around. “You’re wrong, Parker,” I say, eyeing the guy. “I don’t see the resemblance.” “You’re wrong, my King,” Parker replies with mock seriousness. He cups the impostor’s face like he’s inspecting fine jewelry. “Look at these eyes.” “What the hell, Parker?” I snort. “You trying to kiss him or me? He’s not that handsome, you know.”

My mother and Cayden came down and let me know there was something important to talk about, I followed them feeling anxious until they showed me that I was sleeping with an imposter. I didn't believe it because I knew my husband and Omri was Omri, there must have been a mistake. I looked at all the pictures, the properties, the embezzlement, and the proof that even Jared found out and the confirmation from Malkie's blood, it doesn't match with Omri's. I was in denial and total shock, I threw the file away saying, "It is all lies, why would you lie to me," my heart was beating so fast at the revelation, this couldn't be true. I heard the door and Omri walked in but it couldn't be, the beard a

All my effort would be in vain anyway, so why bother? I chuckled coldly and replied with a huff, "What? Trying to get me to act like Selena again? Did you want me to learn to be as ungrateful as her? Or learn how to be an impostor like she is? "She's just an orphan. What is there for me to mimic about her? Justin Bloomberg, did you really think that you'd still be able to fool everyone with your pathetic act?" When the guests saw that Justin was on Selena's side, they started rallying behind him.

Christina raised her voice again, almost screaming. I stared at her coldly. "Get it right. The fake Jackson got you pregnant. His name is Adam Thomson. Stop using my husband's name as your shield." Christina's lips curled into a strange little smile. "I can't help it. His name comes in handy. You'd better get ten million dollars ready for me. If you don't, something very bad is going to hit the Reed family." I didn't bother listening to her nonsense. I turned and walked away.

Even before the imposter took over. A cold dread sank like lead in my stomach. The past few weeks, I'd focused so heavily on the imposter and believing that she was somehow different from the doctor who saved me as a baby. But... even the original doctor Andromeda's treatments made me sick. Weak. Small. The only difference between the original and the fake was that the original poisoned me with a smile, while the fake didn't bother hiding their contempt. Leon shifted, his brows furrowing as he sensed the shift in my demeanor. His hand tightened around mine, grounding me in the present once more.

He was sweating now. "Are you okay? You seem to be sweating," I said. The imposter gave a weak, nervous laugh before saying, "That bite had a bit of spice." I noticed his hand trembled as he reached for his glass of water. “But you said that was the best part,” I pressed as I cut him a third piece. I noticed the imposter hesitate to take it. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes before he forced himself to eat. He couldn't stop now or it would have given him away.

the imposter, Martha, chuckled making the situation appear easy. Leita's expression hardens as she realizes that the imposter is trying to manipulate them. "You are not Danielle," she says firmly. "We know that you are an imposter.” Cyrus butted in. Leita narrows her eyes, realizing that something is off. "Don't play dumb," she says, her voice sharp. "You know exactly why we're here. You're not Danielle. You're an imposter.”