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This guy knows how to drive me insane in less than a minute. "Anyway, should we catch up? We have so many things to talk about." He then seated next to me, gazing into my eyes like a predator to its prey. "About what? Wait, do I know you? Does my past self know you? Because I am Erina Arison--" Before I could officially introduce myself to him, this man's thick face halted me. "No, you are not." "Huh? I am not, what?!" Baffled, I catch my breath as I pondered. 'What does he mean?'

She asked, looking at me. I wish we were. I was the one only who loved him but he doesn't- I wanted to say that to her. "So tell me, how did you two meet?" "Yes, yes. Please tell us, ma'am, how did you meet the boss and, how were you able to make him forget that witch of a woman?" Kara asked as they both look at me in anticipation. "My real name is Alice Anderson Domanco" I stated as they look at me, confused.

“I’ve decided. I’ll be on your side, Ava.” I looked at her and smiled. “My real name is Blue Rivers.” Her eyes widened. “You remembered?” I smiled bitterly. “That’s what I want to happen, Mari. But no. Nicholas told me.” She heaved a sigh. “Gosh! Your life sucks, girl.”

I add. "You can drop that sh*t, Aurora," he says, emphasizing my pseudonym. "Tell me your real name." I study him for a moment. There's no point in not telling him. I've been caught. He won't release me after an attempted assassination. I'd be lucky to see the end of the weekend. I sigh. "Hera. Hera Star." "Hera," he tastes the name on his tongue and I shudder. Maybe I could request a dirty sleepover as my dying wish before he executes me.

But I know that in order for us to move forward, I have to submit to you completely, and that includes telling you the truth about who I really am. Here it goes: My real name is Nancy van Hault. I’m a professional hustler. The first time I met you, I toyed with the idea of hustling you as well. The only thing that stopped me was your vulnerability which you wore like a badge of honor. I found that so sexy and intoxicating. Before I knew it, I was in love with you. Remember that first time we made love? I replay that memory every time I miss you. I love how your toes curl when you’re about to come, or how you squish your eyes when you think you’ve said something profound.

Then finally, I told the truth. “My real name isn’t Elara.”

I slowly lowered myself into the chair and felt the words sticking to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter. “I suppose the first thing to address is my name.” My shirt suddenly felt too tight. “My real name is Ciara Quinn, as stated in the news. I’ve tried to keep my personal life separate from my professional one as much as possible. The way I see it, having an alias is no different than that of an author using a pen name or an actor with a stage name. So, that point is moot.” “So, what do you want us to call you?” Cindy asked as she glanced around the room.

I should, though. I was so confident when I first started working here. I figured he’d have some kind of record of the crime. Something. Is that the kind of thing you just do and forget? If so, that makes no sense at all to me. I’m about to turn around and head into the last room to clean when I hear someone call my name. Not my fake name, Naomi. My real name. “Ada?”

Then, with more conviction, "I am not Patricia." A sharp silence fell over the room. Robert turned away from me, running a hand through his hair. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained anger rippling through him. "My real name is Nora Stevenson," I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64."

I asked before Lucius would lose all his patience and pull the trigger. “Well, you can say that I worked for him some time ago,” the man nodded to himself. “It’s a shame you forgot about me, Maddy. I must say I’m hurt.” “Who are you?” “What, you forgot my name already? I just introduced myself to you a couple of hours ago, remember?” “But didn’t you give me a fake name?” He shook his head, a small smile cracked on his lips. “Nikolai Wheeler, that is my name.”