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

"I know Rina's work and her character. She stays late every night fixing messes left behind by others. She has never made an error." His gaze shifted to Giovanni. "Security logs also show that a few nights ago, you broke into her dormitory. You tried to steal her ledger, didn't you? You planned to tamper with the accounts." Giovanni's face drained of color. "I didn't. She's framing me." "Am I?" I reached into my pocket and held up a silver cufflink. "Then explain this. You dropped it the night you broke in. It doesn't belong to Marco, and it certainly doesn't belong to 'Marcus.' This belongs to Giovanni."

“Don’t wait up for us, Tessa. You might cry before bedtime.” Tessa’s lips pressed together, her face still, her heart screaming. She watched silently as Ares and Lila walked toward the door. He didn’t look back. Not even once. The twins’ beads clinked faintly in the background. When the door closed behind them, the silence that followed was worse than shouting. Lady Bianca sat back down slowly, crossing her legs. Her perfume filled the space like poison. “You know, dear,” she said, voice dripping with fake sympathy, “it’s strange how peace always follows when certain people stop pretending they belong.”

The twins slipped into the bathroom and had a neat bath and also washed up. After bathing, each of them wore one of their best dresses. She needed to look beautiful and nothing more. While they were dressing up, a young lady came to the palace crying. The lady cried profusely and refused to leave the palace until the Grand Queen asked that the guards bring her in. This was still going on when the twins and the King walked in at the same time. 'This is another perfect time to deceive the king into believing that I have changed for the better.' Seria thought to herself.

If I can reach it, if I can disguise myself once more, perhaps Tremaine’s suspicion will falter. Inside, I change quickly, pulling on the plain garb of a servant, shoving the torn gown deep into hiding. Flynn slips through after me, dropping onto my floor with the same careless grin, but before I can hush him, there comes a knock—sharp, insistent, too soon. My stomach knots. “Hide,” I whisper, dragging him toward the bed, forcing him beneath it before the door rattles again. When I open it, she stands there. Lady Tremaine. Her presence is enough to drain the air from the room. Her eyes sweep past me, calculating, searching.

She acknowledged their presence with a nod and Ava studied the expression on Jane's face and it was obvious that she had a lot of questions but she didn't ask them there and then. It was a difficult situation because how was she to explain that the tall teenager standing before them and who looked exactly like her twin brother, Jason, was actually her cousin and the man standing beside him was her father? It was a lot and she was not mentally and emotionally ready for what it was going to cost her. "Mum the art curator said we're done with the section and we should move on to the next" Jane informed her but Ava didn't miss that all along, she was glancing at Ethan and Alex through the corner

Because of my youthful, baby-faced appearance, I was often mistaken for a student. On the first day of the new academic year, I had barely stepped onto campus when an impeccably dressed young woman stopped me in my tracks. I glanced down and realized we were wearing the exact same outfit. The new students around us slowed down and started whispering. “Isn’t that Janice Morrison?” “I heard she’s a freshman in the business school this year. The Morrisons donated $5 million to the school, and even the chairman of the board of trustees personally welcomed her.” “Someone was actually twinning outfits with her? They must have a death wish.” I didn't pay much attention to the gossip. After a

Lavender curses, and everyone gasps except the lady, who doesn't look bothered. "Are you done disgracing yourself? If you were seeing clearly, then you should have seen that the lady who was pleading wasn't me but my twin who claimed my husband impregnated her! If you observed well, then you could have told she was carrying a baby boy. Look at mine; it's a baby girl. So come on, say something else!" the lady defends. "You are lying! It was you! You were the one who pinned a pregnancy on him! You're no good either!" she further yells.

" Who are you? I asked suspiciously. The Brianna I know has hazel eyes and not ink black orbs. " What do you mean?" The lady in front of me asked, feigning confusion. " You are not Brianna so just drop the pretence." I said in a calm tone but deep inside, my heart was pounding heavily and blood pumping in a race. " Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! I thought I could make this easy but you leave me with no choice." A snap of her finger had her disguise dropped and that's when the face that had haunted me at night appeared in front of me.

"The Foster family had twin daughters. Wendy was my younger sister. I am her elder sister, Jane." Everyone knew that noble families considered twins inauspicious. They would keep one and discard the other. Was Jane the abandoned one? The last traces of intoxication faded from George's mind. His dark eyes carried a chilling light. If she was not Wendy, then it explained why she possessed such formidable martial skills. This was a case of deception. The Foster family had committed a grave crime against him. George stared at her coldly, his expression dangerous. "Where is the real Wendy? Why is it you who entered the palace as my queen?"

Merrigold suddenly wished they'd go back to singing gospel melodies. "I see twins." "Excuse me?" Merrigold asked, a puzzled look on her face. "I see a set of twins, two little boys." Merrigold laughed. "Ohhh..." "Yes." The lady said seeming as serious as could be. Merrigold had been waiting for the old white lady to quit playing.