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Whoever he was, he was well taken care of. The imposter gave me a look of amusement as I stood before him. “I underestimated you,” he mused as his eyes trailed over me. “You’re far more capable and swift than I’d expected.” “Is that supposed to flatter me?” I scoffed. “Only if you want it to,” he retorted, and then he smiled. “I know at this point, I’m little more than dead meat, but I have a proposal. Spare my life and I’ll help you out. What do you say?”

Even under hypnosis, such deeply ingrained behaviors wouldn’t change. The conclusion was clear: the woman standing before her was an imposter. Knowing this, Suzy’s gaze sharpened, her determination like steel. Without hesitation, she lunged forward and drove the knife into the woman’s chest with precision. The imposter stumbled back, shock etched across her face. “You…” Suzy sneered coldly. “I’ll give you credit. You’ve become better at impersonation. From the fake Claude to now, each one is closer to perfection. You matched the body type, the mannerisms, everything—thinking it would fool me completely. But unfortunately…”

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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.

I could see she was panicking and pressed her further, "Are you looking down on us because we're poor and unworthy of your luxurious villa? Or is it because the purchase contract isn't really yours, so you're too scared to invite us over?" I fired off several pointed questions in a row. Even the colleagues who had surrounded Grace started to waver a little. Grace probably never imagined that she would be boasting in front of the actual owner on her first day at the company. Just when I thought Grace's false facade was about to crumble, Lisa, the department manager entered the office. The moment she saw Grace, she warmly took her by the arm, as if they were sisters.

“I’m acting this way because I learned it from you. Do you think I’ve mastered your attitude after only a few days? I need to practice your manners so I don’t expose any flaws.” The imposter sounded confident. She simply could not resist herself from ordering Carrie around. Carrie was not the legitimate Mrs. Longbottom anyway. How dare she put on airs? They were no more than pawns for Mr. Longbottom. Carrie was speechless. She glanced at the imposter’s face. Since the imposter had endured a few slaps in her place, she decided to help her get some ice just once. Carrie stood and went to bring an ice pack.

he encouraged me and I finally noticed that I was hyperventilating. His scent wafted throughout the entire chambers and I settled down a bit. The fog in my mind dissipated bit by bit. His presence anchored me to reality. “Nothing's confirmed yet, alright?” Sebastian tried to comfort me. “But something tells me that this is the truth,” I insisted, still discouraged. I swore that I will not be made a fool of again but apparently, it is myself who made a fool out of me. As if I’m an impostor. A fraud. The biggest hypocrite to have ever lived.

I say, taking a deep breath and opening the car door. The moment my feet hit the ground, I feel a buzz of new energy. The other wolves are all around us, shifting into their wolf forms and barking happily at each other. I can smell the excitement in the air, and my inner wolf wakes up, eager to join the pack and join the hunt. ‘I want to run,’ Aurora says. ‘And hunt bunnies!’ I like the sound of that, but I grow uncomfortably nervous the second everyone’s eyes land on me. Imposter syndrome hits me hard, only it’s actually real this time - I am a freaking imposter, and I’m sure they will notice.

The last time someone asked him, he said he was late for a meeting. Well, that must be one regular meeting because I could probably sketch his manhood at that point. And every time, he'd look absolutely ashamed and embarrassed, like he didn't realise he did something uncomfortable. “Oh…uh…” He started to say. He was almost bent over, with his hands on his belt. “Don't bother.” I said, waving him off, before entering the ladies' bathroom, tired of the performance. I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection. It was like I was in another person's body, except it was definitely mine. So, why did I feel like an imposter?

"Do I look like a detective?" "No, I am saying..." "Don’t you get it, Zara?" Xander cut me off, his voice rising. "If Cassius has an imposter, that means you're not safe. The imposter’s eyes would be on you, and they could get rid of you to achieve their goal. And since Cassius isn’t doing anything about it, either he hasn’t noticed or he knows who it is but doesn’t want to talk about it." "What if Cassius himself is behind it?" I murmured, thinking aloud. "What if he sent someone in his place—maybe to cover his tracks or because he was busy?"