Chapter 94: The True Identity

My breath hitched as the imposter’s cold mask faltered. This wasn’t just any deception—it was a betrayal far worse than I could have ever imagined. He stood rigid, trapped between my gaze and the truth that was closing in around him like a noose.

Oliver tensed at my side, clutching the stolen drive. Ava whispered softly to Mikey, her arms wrapped protectively around him, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on. Every second felt like an eternity, teetering on the edge of revelation.

Then the mask slipped, revealing a face I thought I knew. My stomach dropped as his features shifted from cold calculation to something horrifyingly familiar. The way he looked at me—like a man with nothing left to hide—ripped through me like a knife.

“Dominic Vale?” I whispered, the name suddenly tasting bitter on my tongue. “No... it can’t be.”

The man smirked—an expression that felt too personal, too intimate. Then he spoke, his voice softer, more familiar than I wanted to believe. “You