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“That’s monstrous!” “He’s been lying to all of us!” James crumbled to the floor, his face ashen, mumbling over and over, “No… No, it’s fake… It’s all fake…” “Fake?” I walked up to him and threw a folder in his face. “This is Luke’s phone. It was recovered from the explosion site. The data was restored by our people. Luke had recorded that video when he sensed something was wrong. “Now, James,” I said coldly, “do you have anything left to say?”

“Damn, princess. You highlight like a psychopath. Are these hearts in the margins?” He passed it to Kieran, who started laughing. “Oh my god, she even doodled little motivational quotes. ‘You got this!’ ‘Keep slaying!’ You a cheerleader now, too?” I snatched the page back. “Stop! These are serious notes. You guys need this to pass.”my voice came out low, almost nonexistent. Casper, who had been quietly observing, finally took another sheet from my stack and held it up, squinting. “So… you write all this crap just to make yourself feel smart or what?”

“Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” He took a seat, perfectly composed while I stood there, with my hair wild, still wearing the bathrobe I’d emotionally unravelled in. I couldn’t be bothered. “You haven’t slept,” he observed. “You haven’t smiled.” “I never do.” Of course not. I crossed my arms. “Let’s just get to it.” His brows lifted. “To what?” “The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.”

I nod to Colton, who’s standing nearby disguised as a delivery guy. “Got your six,” he murmurs. “Mic check's live. We’ve got you surrounded.” I step out of the car and into enemy territory with the calm confidence of a man who knows he’s already laid the trap. I've had it with this conniving bastard making overtures at my wife, trying to convince her she’d be better off joining forces with him. He’s scheming to maneuver me out of the picture. Yeah, he's fucking around and now he's about to find out.

Kayla's grandmother and two uncles stood before me and questioned me. "Where's the ring?" I instinctively covered my hand. An idea flashed through my mind, and I quickly lied to my grandmother-in-law, Eleanor Sanford. "Grandma, to be honest, I'm allergic to the ring. I can't wear it." Before I could finish speaking, I was struck with a cane.

"Really? I thought so too when I watched me this morning. The book must be working." "What book?" Bar asked Horr. "A book I bought. it was titled: 'How To Become A Great Host!'. Written by Joe Tiger." Horr explained but Wilson and Bar had no idea who the writer was. "Joe Tiger?" Bar asked. "Yes! Joe Tiger!" Horr repeated, looking at Bar as if expecting him to know this Joe. Bar shook his head. "Still doesn't ring a bell?" Horr pressed on. "No!" Bar shook his head. "You... how could you forget just like that?" Horr looked hurt and pouted. It looked kind of funny; a fearful looking giant giving such a face.

The pieces were starting to fall into place, but there was still so much to do, so much more I needed to understand. “What about the imposter?” I asked, my mind racing. “Have you made any progress in your investigation? Who is this person?” Nolan hesitated for a moment, his expression darkening as he spoke. “I’ve learned some things. The surgery that the imposter underwent was performed overseas, in a place connected to one of your father’s partners—a company called Morels Group. They’re based in the United States. The imposter is somehow tied to them.” I swallowed hard, my mind whirling. Morels Group... that name sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but there's no entry for a payment under the name Liam Nero today." "This is a freaking joke!" I exclaimed out and headed outside. "This is absolutely crazy, Dixon. Me, Liam, scammed? No. I'm sure there has to be a mistake somewhere." Frustration churned within me as I paced back and forth. "This is absolutely insane, Dixon. I can't believe I fell for such a scam." "Well, I think you were scammed by the young lady that helped you. It is as simple as that," he explained.

To wake up knowing I was Harper Williams, an independent entity and not tied to a billionaire because I couldn’t afford to pay my mother’s bills or my personal bills. I felt like an impostor, which wasn’t a new feeling. The Impostor Syndrome- it always happened to me. And after last night’s disaster, it seemed to worsen. I looked at Xavier while he was working on his laptop. What did he think of me? Did he think I was attractive? Fake relationship aside, would I be the kind of person he’d want to be with? Maybe, because I was already a replacement for a woman he once loved. What an insufferable coincidence.

He was only faking being grieved with the letter. Of course he's so called as the president wasn't going to last either. The real boss lady was back and the imposter would go down. The fellow who sits in a place of position without the certificate of ownership of the company in his custody is an imposter.