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‘Have you decided yet?’ I typed in my empty chat with Amber before deleting the messages like I'd deleted the other unsent ones. She promised she'd come back and I believed her, but I was still anxious. I couldn't help it when I've finally confirmed someone doesn't want Marcella alive. I didn't expect they'd move so fast, striking before Amber could settle down or fully accept her role. It was now certain it was someone in my family, after all, no one except them knew Marcella was alive. Cole. Right now, only Cole and my mother knew about her presence. I didn't want to suspect my mother, but I had to be ruthless in my investigation. Someone I love murdered Marcella, and I wouldn't let love prevent me from seeing clearly. And then there's Dustin. I don't know how to explain to him if Amber refuses to move on with our contract. “Dad!” Speak of the Devil. Ra
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The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted. The chatter stopped, and the laughter gradually died down. I looked up from my food to find everyone looking behind me, a mix of shock, horror, surprise and joy on their faces, with some switching between them. My eyes fell on Genevieve who was wearing an expression I couldn't quite place a finger on. Other than Pamela whose face was drained of all colour, eyes widened as though she'd seen a ghost, and Dustin who was beaming from ear to ear, the kids were oblivious. They just kept eating, with some playing with their food. I didn't need to turn to know who caused the change. “I told you mommy would come back!” Dustin stuck his tongue out at Pamela who was still frozen before jumping off his seat. “Mommy!” . I turned back and for a split second, believed it was Marcella standing at the doorway, with Dustin in her arms. She was breathtaking, dres
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AMBER The scent of grilled meat lingered in the air as Curtis stared at the remaining bills in his hand, his brows furrowed together in disbelief. “How is this even possible?” He muttered, looking at me like I performed a magic trick. “A movie, the zoo, and now this–and we’re still under budget?” I tore off a piece of my turkey leg with ease. “You’ve just not had to make every penny count,” I smirked, adding in a whisper, “And It’s not hard when you've had to live on less than a thousand dollars monthly.” It was still hard for me to comprehend Dustin having more money than what I survived on for an entire month, just sitting pretty in his pocket. I cracked a smile, watching as Curtis muttered to himself, still doing the math. The entire day felt scripted; it was so suffocating I struggled to breath, but watching him made the “date” feel less awkward and fake. It almost felt… real. He suddenly jerked his head up, “Bu
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Curtis pulled up in front of the house, and I stepped out smoothly, keeping my pace even. But inside, my heart was racing with excitement. We finally had a real plan. The chances of it falling apart was high, but it was still something. “Marcella.” He called. It took a few seconds before my brain registered he was addressing me. I still wasn't used to being called Marcella, especially not by him. I spun on my heels to face him, only to come face-to-face with a box of… caramel sweets? Eyes twinkling, I met his gaze, a wide smile on my face. “Is this for me?” The answer was obvious, but one could never be too careful. I wouldn't want to assume only to find out it was meant for Dustin—the sheer embarrassment alone would take me out before whoever was after me. “Yes. Dustin said you liked it.” He shook it lightly, urging me to collect it. “It’s a way to say thank you for the date. It was relaxing and different…” he trailed off, his tone te
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The door swung open with force as Simon stormed out. His eyes locked on me and he grabbed my wrist, eyes burning with anger. “You were listening?” My mind raced. With how pissed he sounded at Sierra and how I'm connected to Curtis who he has clear issues with, the truth wouldn't save me. Sierra would probably try to bail me out, but that would only cause more problems between them, and I didn't want to be responsible for that. Swallowing my pride, I decided to do the only thing I could think of. I went limp, my eyes glazing over as I swayed from side-to-side. “Water… water…” I mumbled. Simon froze, his brows knitted together in bewilderment. “Is she…?” Sierra trailed. I dragged my feet, leaving the room as I mumbled words incoherent to myself, mimicking the sluggish steps of a sleepwalker. I was nearly at the door when I heard Simon's heavy footsteps behind me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
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I stood in front of the apartment where most of my childhood had unfolded, my feet refusing to move. The air felt heavier at the thought of facing the very people who abandoned me. It wasn't just about facing them—it was the fear that they'd be exactly as I expected. I swallowed, my hand hovering over the doorbell, but I couldn't bring myself to push the button. “You can do this, Amber,” I muttered, summoning all the strength I had to push the button. I waited a few seconds and then heard the clacking of heels behind the door. The door creaked open as a familiar face stepped out, all dressed up. The smile on her face fell when she saw me and she immediately backed into the house, shutting the door. I reacted instantly, holding the door open. “I won't take much of your time.” I said, my tone edged with quiet anger. I didn't expect them to be happy to see or welcome me back, regretful of their actions towards me—but I sure didn't expect
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“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Belle comforted me. “Honestly, I'm not surprised by their actions. Why didn't you send someone in your stead when you already expected that?” I sniffed, blowing my nose—now red from blowing it all morning. “I wanted to see it to the end, and… I hoped they had changed. Anyway, that's enough about them.” I sat up, facing her, my expression shifting to a more serious one. “I didn't come here to cry about them.” “Okay… this sounds really serious. Did something else happen?” Her voice was filled with worry. I shook my head, unsure of how to bring it up. “It has to do with yours and Curtis' plans, right?” I nodded slowly, playing with my fingers. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why do I feel like it has to do with me?” “Well. It does…” I paused. “You can always refuse it though… except the bodyguard! I won't be at rest knowing someone—” “Hold up!” She held up a finger. “A bodyguard? For me?” She arched her brow. “Yes! For you. And i
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“What is going on?” Astrid's voice came from behind me. Ignoring her, I continued looking through the box Infront of me. “How is this fucking possible?” I yelled. I threw the papers in my hand on the floor and stomped on them—venting my anger and frustration. “Talk to me, baby. What happened?” Astrid asked, her voice soothing. She placed her hands on my shoulder, giving it a light massage, but it didn't help a bit. It was all gone. I shrugged her hands off, turning to her with suspicion. “Where’s the copy of my marraige and divorce certificate with Amber? What did you do with it?” Fear flashed through her eyes and she stumbled backwards. “You’re scaring me, Clint. And how would I know? I've never touched your boxes.” As if realizing something, anger replaced the fear in her eyes. “Did you wreck our room just because of that?” That was when I noticed the mess I'd made in the room. Drawers and closets were wide open. Clothes and papers littered everywhere—there was eve
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I'm meeting her parents tomorrow. I let out a laugh as I paced across my room, trying to figure out a way to escape it but I couldn't come up with anything. It was bound to happen soon, but I wasn't expecting it to be so soon—but it only makes sense considering the daughter they thought was dead suddenly came back. I went through everything Curtis had told me about Marcella. Although he said I shouldn't try to act like Marcella and just be me, it sounded like advice I shouldn't take. We're talking about family. If there's anything who'd immediately point me out as a fake? It was them.What would I say when we met? How was I supposed to react? Was I supposed to hug them or be hesitant? A knock on the door broke me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hurriedly rushed over to open the door. “Curtis. Thank—” My words caught in my throat and the colour drained from my face. “Simon…” I chuckled nervously, contemplating shutting the door in his face
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“We haven't left for the event and these heels are already killing me.” She grumbled before kicking them off. “I'll wear them when we arrive there,” she said as she picked the heels and slipped her legs into furry slippers. There goes the magic. It really was impossible to mistake her for Marcella. “We should get going.” I announced. Turning to Belle, I gave a slight tilt of the head as I set the glass down. “Thank you for the juice.” Without waiting for a response, I headed for my car with Amber following behind me, muttering incoherent words. The drive to the venue was long and quiet—at least, after Amber dozed off halfway through. Her head rested against the window, lips slightly parted, one arm dangling over her stomach while the other hung limp by her side. Hardly the picture of elegance. At some point, she mumbled something under her breath and shifted, her forehead pressing against
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CURTIS“How long do I have to spend there before leaving without seeming rude?” I turned to face Jenna.She let out a light chuckle. “About two to three hours-”“So two hours.” I was just about to step into my car when I turned back to face her. “Will you be attending?”“You said it's not compulsory, so no. I should maximize whatever free time I get,” she said, batting her lashes innocently.“Wow. You make me sound like such a terrible boss.”She shrugged. “My review might change if you give me more days off.”I chuckled, shaking my head. “You're already pushing it.”She grinned. “Hey, can't blame a girl for trying.”“See you tomorrow morning,” I said, emphasizing each word.“Sure. I guess this is my fate,” She wiped the nonexistent tears on her cheek. As if recalling something, her expression became serious. “How’s Amber holding up?” She asked, her voice filled with concern.My mind went blank for a while—not because the question was shocking but because I had no answer at all. Sinc
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I exhaled sharply, twisting just in time to dodge the instructor’s punch aimed at my ribs before throwing a punch aimed at her face, but I missed. Too slow. Again. She didn't even look impressed. I couldn't tell what she was thinking anyway. I clenched my jaw, shifting my weight. If speed wasn’t working, maybe unpredictability would. I feinted left before throwing a sharp kick toward her side. But before my foot even got close, she caught my ankle mid-air and threw me to the floor. “Too slow.” Her voice was like her face—devoid of any emotion. I groaned, staring at the ceiling. “If you keep throwing me around, I’ll never learn how to actually win a fight.” “Then stop being easy to throw,” she said, completely unbothered. I exhaled through my nose. This lady was impossible. I thought learning to fight would be fun, but after three weeks of being thrown around like some toy, it didn't seem so fun anymore. Worse still, it didn't look like I'd improved at all and it made me an
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“I mean, that outfit? The wig? The pop socks? It's a crime against fashion itself.” She arched a brow at my expression. “Oh? Don't tell me you haven't seen the group chat yet.” She's talking about the picture? As if just realizing something, she gently tapped her forehead. “How could I forget? You're not in there.” I squinted my eyes at her suspiciously, unable to tell if she was being truthful or not. But there was no point dwelling on it now—I couldn't confront her and I didn't want to ruin the mood. I let out a short breath, forcing a tight smile as my heart continued to hammer. “The family group chat has long been dead. Other than the reminder for the ‘last week of the month's gathering mum sends, nothing is ever said there. It's pointless formality,” Cole said, munching on a chip. I held a laughter when I saw Annie storm over to him, giving him a knock on his head. “Pointless formality?” She fumed,
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I'm meeting her parents tomorrow. I let out a laugh as I paced across my room, trying to figure out a way to escape it but I couldn't come up with anything. It was bound to happen soon, but I wasn't expecting it to be so soon—but it only makes sense considering the daughter they thought was dead suddenly came back. I went through everything Curtis had told me about Marcella. Although he said I shouldn't try to act like Marcella and just be me, it sounded like advice I shouldn't take. We're talking about family. If there's anything who'd immediately point me out as a fake? It was them.What would I say when we met? How was I supposed to react? Was I supposed to hug them or be hesitant? A knock on the door broke me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hurriedly rushed over to open the door. “Curtis. Thank—” My words caught in my throat and the colour drained from my face. “Simon…” I chuckled nervously, contemplating shutting the door in his face
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“What is going on?” Astrid's voice came from behind me. Ignoring her, I continued looking through the box Infront of me. “How is this fucking possible?” I yelled. I threw the papers in my hand on the floor and stomped on them—venting my anger and frustration. “Talk to me, baby. What happened?” Astrid asked, her voice soothing. She placed her hands on my shoulder, giving it a light massage, but it didn't help a bit. It was all gone. I shrugged her hands off, turning to her with suspicion. “Where’s the copy of my marraige and divorce certificate with Amber? What did you do with it?” Fear flashed through her eyes and she stumbled backwards. “You’re scaring me, Clint. And how would I know? I've never touched your boxes.” As if realizing something, anger replaced the fear in her eyes. “Did you wreck our room just because of that?” That was when I noticed the mess I'd made in the room. Drawers and closets were wide open. Clothes and papers littered everywhere—there was eve
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“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Belle comforted me. “Honestly, I'm not surprised by their actions. Why didn't you send someone in your stead when you already expected that?” I sniffed, blowing my nose—now red from blowing it all morning. “I wanted to see it to the end, and… I hoped they had changed. Anyway, that's enough about them.” I sat up, facing her, my expression shifting to a more serious one. “I didn't come here to cry about them.” “Okay… this sounds really serious. Did something else happen?” Her voice was filled with worry. I shook my head, unsure of how to bring it up. “It has to do with yours and Curtis' plans, right?” I nodded slowly, playing with my fingers. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why do I feel like it has to do with me?” “Well. It does…” I paused. “You can always refuse it though… except the bodyguard! I won't be at rest knowing someone—” “Hold up!” She held up a finger. “A bodyguard? For me?” She arched her brow. “Yes! For you. And i
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I stood in front of the apartment where most of my childhood had unfolded, my feet refusing to move. The air felt heavier at the thought of facing the very people who abandoned me. It wasn't just about facing them—it was the fear that they'd be exactly as I expected. I swallowed, my hand hovering over the doorbell, but I couldn't bring myself to push the button. “You can do this, Amber,” I muttered, summoning all the strength I had to push the button. I waited a few seconds and then heard the clacking of heels behind the door. The door creaked open as a familiar face stepped out, all dressed up. The smile on her face fell when she saw me and she immediately backed into the house, shutting the door. I reacted instantly, holding the door open. “I won't take much of your time.” I said, my tone edged with quiet anger. I didn't expect them to be happy to see or welcome me back, regretful of their actions towards me—but I sure didn't expect
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The door swung open with force as Simon stormed out. His eyes locked on me and he grabbed my wrist, eyes burning with anger. “You were listening?” My mind raced. With how pissed he sounded at Sierra and how I'm connected to Curtis who he has clear issues with, the truth wouldn't save me. Sierra would probably try to bail me out, but that would only cause more problems between them, and I didn't want to be responsible for that. Swallowing my pride, I decided to do the only thing I could think of. I went limp, my eyes glazing over as I swayed from side-to-side. “Water… water…” I mumbled. Simon froze, his brows knitted together in bewilderment. “Is she…?” Sierra trailed. I dragged my feet, leaving the room as I mumbled words incoherent to myself, mimicking the sluggish steps of a sleepwalker. I was nearly at the door when I heard Simon's heavy footsteps behind me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
