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“Yup. Why are you so thrifty? I was going through your file when you were in the shower, and you don’t spend money frivolously. Why? You’re an award-winning author. You make good money. You have, if my calculations are correct, gotten at least a million from your inheritance thus far. Why don’t you splurge more?” “Imposter syndrome,” she shrugged as she stared longingly at the glass. “It’s already poured, Presley. Drink it.” He teased her. “What do you mean imposter syndrome?” “My first book I wrote when I was nineteen and in college. It hit big. I didn’t have a degree yet. I didn’t have any experience. I simply wrote, tweaked it, wrote some more and then showed it to a friend who showed it

"She just left me there, trapped in a dirty game I didn’t even know I was part of." "Suddenly, I was involved in an agreement that wasn’t mine. A marriage I hadn’t chosen. With a man I had never seen before in my life." "I know very little about him… but from the photos, he seems like an extremely complicated person. It’s like he’s a hidden danger behind a tailored suit and an impeccable appearance — even sitting in a wheelchair." "Andrews Westwood." "The most powerful man in the city. The kind of man everyone fears… but no one dares to challenge."

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 recalled how he had come to my house years ago to discuss engagement, and how I had visited him to explain that I wasn’t interested and my dad suddenly died the very next day And I definitely knew he had something to do with his death and I’m going to find out. “She did this,” the imposter woman said, directing a finger at herself while clearly indicating the mess I had caused. “It was a mistake ,” I replied, casting her a quick look. “A mistake?? You must be joking, you explicitly picked up the cup knowing it was filled with water and splashed it on me,” the imposter retorted. “Aren’t you Kyrie?” Mr. Reynolds inquired, and I nodded in response. “I apologize that you had to witness this du

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…”

"I'm sorry I can't be there. But I think you won't be alone anymore. There's something special with this guy in the picture. He's going to be very important to your future…" The dark-haired heiress grinned in spite of herself. Isabel’s intuition was so strong that it bordered on magical. When Isabel said something about the future, it almost always happened so she trusted it. The brown-haired girl blinked after a few seconds. "What was I saying?" "I'm going to be a millionaire," Imogen answered promptly with a perfectly straight face. Isabel stared at her, confused. “No, that’s not it. We’re talking about your scandalous behavior at parties!”

The rooftop was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t last in New Yorkhigh above the noise, tucked between forgotten buildings and digital shadows. A place not even drones bothered to sweep anymore. Ava stood in the dark, her breath even, her hands at her sides. She didn’t move when the other her stepped into view. Same face. Same posture. Same voice. But not the same fire. “You’re smaller than I expected,” the imposter said. Her tone was calm, practiced. Every word rolled off her tongue like it had been rehearsed a hundred times. “In the files, you seemed louder.”

"Brenda, you should remember that your crime of impersonation could still land you in prison for a good, long time if I so wished." Her face turned ashen, and she immediately shut her mouth. I strolled into a boutique across the way with Hailey, where we happened to run into Cora herself, trying on dresses. I smiled to myself and sat down, pretending not to recognize her. Instead, I spoke to Hailey, my voice deliberately loud. "It's such bad luck running into Cain while shopping. That Brenda is too arrogant. I really feel sorry for his future wife. Imagine having to tolerate a husband keeping a mistress, especially one already pregnant. It's bound to be endless drama."

Confronted with the video evidence and an intense police interrogation, Mason—caught completely off guard—finally confessed to killing Jason. Both brothers had a large following, so this incident quickly drew widespread public attention online. At the same time that Mason confessed, Gloria immediately posted a video to clear her name. After Mason's arrest, she promptly made off with all his money, abandoned Margaret on the streets, and then disappeared without a trace. In her video, she claimed that she had also been deceived by Mason, tearfully insisting she had no knowledge whatsoever that he was impersonating her husband. She even sobbed dramatically, condemning Mason's deeply immoral beh

I was no longer simply just another student, I was Zaine, the upcoming Alpha, with the world upon my shoulders. So, I did what I do best, and plastered a false smile upon my face, and worked upon crafting this story of our imaginary relationship with Presley. Doing what I could to make her laugh, as that sound was enough at my lowest of moments to ease my mood. And for a moment I didn't feel as bad. Having her here may make things a little better...