Chapter 7 - The Doppelgänger’s UnravelingThe ballroom erupted into sheer, chaotic noise. Gasps echoed from every corner of the room; camera flashes went off like rapid-fire lightning.
“This is insane!” Grant shouted, his face turning red with sudden rage. “You can’t arrest my fiancée! There’s been a massive mistake—her sister is the criminal, she’s locked up across town!”
“Her sister isn't locked up anymore, Mr. Mercer,” a calm, steady voice rang out from the back of the double doors.
Every head in the grand ballroom snapped around.
I walked down the center aisle. I wasn't wearing an orange prison jumpsuit. I wore a tailored, midnight-blue velvet pantsuit, my hair styled in sleek waves, and my posture radiating absolute, unshakeable authority.
Evelyn stared at me as if I were a ghost risen from the grave. Her knees buckled slightly, and she grabbed onto the edge of the podium for support.
“Y-You... how are you out?!” Evelyn shrieked, her voice cracking with unhinged panic before the entire room. “You’re the fraud! Arrest her! She’s the one who stole my face!”
I stopped ten feet away from her, a cold, brilliant smile touching my lips.
“Stealed your face, Evie?” I asked smoothly. “You always were terrible at sharing. But you’re even worse at covering your digital tracks.”
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With a flick of my wrist, I pulled out a small tablet and synced it directly to the massive overhead projector screen behind the stage.
Instantly, the glowing corporate logos of Grant Mercer’s real estate firm vanished, replaced by the blazing, undeniable timeline of Mirror Mirage security logs—complete with Evelyn’s IP address, her device serial number, her webcam snapshots in Mom’s study, and the exact paper trail of the two million dollars funneled into Grant’s offshore accounts.
