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“She’s an impostor,” my father shouted in court, demanding everything I had. Then my lawyer handed the judge a sealed letter from the Pentagon. The judge slowly removed his glasses and said, “All rise.” My father’s face went pale. “Wait… what?”

Chapter 1: The Fragile Facade The air inside the grand ballroom of the St. Regis was thick, suffocating beneath the weight of thousand-dollar perfumes and unspoken malice. It was the…
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