Novel & Cerita The Reason For The Twin Lady Disguise Chapter 10

Then one night, she sneaked out to the dungeon to find answers to her questions. Taiwo: Why are you here? You should go to your husband. Marina: shut up your mouth!! I didn't come here to see you thief. Taiwo: But here you are, talking to a merman everyone calls a thief of which he isn't one. She laughed. Marina: A thief calling himself innocent. Why didn't you say that when you had the chance? You will die here and when you do, your body will be fed to the fishes. She got up and turned to leave.

His enchanting, deep green eyes glinted with renewed hope as he asked intently. I shoved a lump down my spine. Suddenly, all the concocted lies about me being Valentina Wilson, the highest shareholder of his company, and the woman without a kid all came crumbling down into dust. My disguise was a total failure. And seeing the other twin clinging on to Reese, whom I've always believed to be dead all these years, ignited a long-lost emotion within me that I couldn't resist. How could Cynthia lie to both of us like this?! This further proved how manipulative and evil she was.

Both were looking up at him with the same desperate expression. "Jinyan, it’s me!" Panni shouted. "No, it's me! She's the clone!" the Seventh Twin shouted at the exact same frequency, her voice cracking with a perfectly simulated terror. Jinyan leveled the rifle. His finger hovered over the trigger. His gaze darted between the two faces. In the flickering firelight, there was no way to tell. No jewelry, no scars that weren't mirrored by the grime of the fall. "Jinyan, don't listen to her!" the Twin cried, her eyes filling with tears. "Remember the villa? Remember the garden? You told me I was your truth!"

How could this people be so cruel and mean? Before they could even charge on them, Lady Molly stood in front of them and puff something in the air making them stop. At first, they ridicule this actions of hers because they thought it was funny. But minutes later, they all dropped to the wooden floor unconscious. No one from the outside has seen this, but their curiosity arises more because of the quietness inside. Did they captured the family? Will they be able to return with the Albino twins?

“I'm not saying this as the mother of their fathers, but as a woman who has had to experience this too. That fear that you might be having will turn to great joy on the day you get to hold them in your arms. Carrying twins isn't easy because you're doing twice the normal job, but you'll overcome it and end up happier than you've ever been,” I stared at Lady Catherine, with eyes that I was very sure looked dead. It was like she had forgotten that the deal was for me to give birth to the children and leave, or return to the dungeons. She was probably saying all that because she didn't want me to harm myself or the babies during the pregnancy, and also because of the new discovery that the babi

“It’s about the twins. There’s something happening with them—something you need to know.” He folded his arms over his broad chest, his expression unreadable. “Go on.” I hesitated, suddenly unsure how to explain without sounding crazy. “A few days ago, something happened in the library. I thought I was going to fall, but... I didn’t. The twins... they stopped it. I’m sure of it. Their eyes were glowing, and—” “Glowing eyes,they are babies their wolves aren't even close to coming out?” he interrupted, his tone laced with disbelief. “Do you hear yourself?”

The twins engaged in numerous simulations, testing different scenarios to predict possible complications and how to overcome them. The next phase involved deciding on their approach. They recognized that a direct assault would be suicidal. Their unique strengths in stealth, subterfuge, and disguise would be their most powerful weapons. They debated various entry points and settled on attending a grand event within the fortress as the most promising opportunity. This decision led to the meticulous selection of disguises. They would need to pose as characters that were both believable and allowed access to crucial areas within the fortress. They considered numerous personas, from nobles and di

I added, just to make sure she’d walk far, far away. She hesitated just a second too long. A flicker of something mean behind that maid mask. But she bowed low and left with a smile that said, “I’ll be back to smother you later, my lady.” As soon as the door shut, I jumped up—carefully, because hello, unfamiliar boobs and corset situation—and started snooping like a N*****x protagonist. I needed information. Anything that could explain where I was, what kind of world this was, and who exactly “Lady Abby” was supposed to be.

"There's only one. She's been pretending to be twins to throw people off. To make herself harder to find. To make herself harder to kill." "You separated them." "I separated nothing." Margaret thrust the photograph into my hands. "There is no twin, Elena. There's just Mira. And she's been playing all of us for fools." --- End of Chapter Thirty-Four.

The young lady ordered while walking into the mansion. She then walked into a room, a man in his early thirties was lying on a huge bed which was across from her. His forest green eyes stared angrily at Vicky. He looked a little bit disorganized, his dark hair was shabby with his bare body on the bed. There was a wheel chair beside the bed. The lady then walked all the way to the bed and sat beside him, pretending not to be angry, as though nothing had happened that evening. “Why is the mansion at high alert?” he asked, maintaining a deadpan look on his face, not caring if there was a lady beside him.