March 23, 2025

Perfect Forgery (Ep 4 of 4} - "The Perfect Original"

Perfect Forgery (Ep 4 of 4} - "The Perfect Original"

In the passionate conclusion, Olivia and Alex's newfound partnership is tested when Marcus escapes custody, forcing them to confront the truth about Rome and a murdered authenticator's sister. During their final confrontation at the Rembrandt...

In the passionate conclusion, Olivia and Alex's newfound partnership is tested when Marcus escapes custody, forcing them to confront the truth about Rome and a murdered authenticator's sister. During their final confrontation at the Rembrandt exchange, intimate revelations collide with deadly consequences as they discover who's really been orchestrating their story from the beginning. The series concludes with them creating something that can never be forged - a genuine masterpiece of truth and trust, sealed with one final, legitimate piece of art: an antique sapphire ring.

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Calarogu Shark Media, Hello, and welcome to Romance Weekly.

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This episode is titled The Forgery, Part four, The Perfect Original.

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Three weeks after Thomas's arrest, I stand in the Thorn Gallery,

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adjusting the neckline of my black gown. Tonight's opening is legitimate.

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My first is the Galley's official authenticator. No forged masterpieces,

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no hidden agendas, just Alex's fingers tracing my spine as

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he comes up behind me. The Vermere authentication papers. Need

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your signature, he murmurs, his breath warming my neck in

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your office code for I can't wait another minute to

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touch you professional distance, mister read. But I lean back

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against his chest, letting him feel how my pulse quickens.

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The board of directors is watching, let them. His hands

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slide to my hips, hidden by a convenient sculpture. I've

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been watching you all evening, The way you move in

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this dress, the way it shows that Mark I left

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this morning. Heat floods my body at the memory, his

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mouth on my breast as sunlight painted our skin, his

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hands mapping every inch of me before we had to

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become professionals again, the papers, I remind him, But I'm

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already moving toward my office. Ten minutes, I only need five.

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My office door barely closes before his hands find the

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zipper of my dress. Each tooth releasing sends electricity down

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my spine. His mouth follows the path of exposed skin.

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Tell me about the vermi. He murmurs, letting silk pool

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at my feet. Which details interest you? I arch as

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his fingers trace the lace edge of my lingerie, The brushwork,

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the provenance, the way I shake when you. My words

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dissolve into a gasp as his hand slides lower. His

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touch is exquisite torture, expert fingers, knowing exactly how to

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build pleasure, like layers of paint, all the details. He

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turns me to face him, lifting me onto my desk,

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show me everything. I work, his tie loose as his

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mouth maps my collar bone. Each kiss marks territory we've

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claimed together. No more masks, no more pretense, just pure sensation.

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The authentication he prompts, voice rough as my fingers find

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his belt, perfect technique. I wrap my legs around his waist,

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flawless execution. Absolutely I lose my train of thought as

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he enters me genuine. His rhythm is masterful, slow strokes

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building intensity, like an artist crafting pleasure. My nails dig

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into his shoulders as pressure builds, each thrust bringing me

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closer to the edge. Look at me, he demands, one

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hand tangling in my hair. Show me what's real. I

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meet his eyes as pleasure spirals higher. His gaze holds mine,

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intense and intimate, watching how I respond to every calculated touch,

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every precise movement perfect. He breathes, changing his angle slightly.

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The new position sends sparks of electricity through my core.

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Like that first night in Paris, My body remembers how

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he'd studied every response, learned every secret, mastered every way

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to make me surrender to sensation. Now his expertise has

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only deepened. Alex, his name falls from my lips as

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pressure builds. My skin burns where he touches me, every nerve,

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ending alive with need. Show me. His thumb finds exactly

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the right spot as his thrust deepens, Let me see

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you come apart. The pleasure crests suddenly intensely. My body

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arches as waves of sensation wash through me. He follows immediately,

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my name a prayer against my throat. After still joined,

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his fingers trace patterns on my sweat dampened skin. Each

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touch reignites small sparks of pleasure. The board meeting starts

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in ten minutes. I murmur against his mouth. Then we

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have time for a proper examine nation. His hands slide

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lower again, of all the evidence. His mouth finds mine again,

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tasting of promise and the champagne from earlier. But before

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his hands can start another masterpiece, my phone buzzes on

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the desk. A text illuminates the darkness. Beautiful performance, but

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the real show is about to begin. Check the evening news.

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Marcus Alex's body tenses against mine. That's impossible. He's in

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federal custody. Was in federal custody. I reach for my dress,

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but his hands stop me. Wait. His fingers trace the

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curve of my breast, as if memorizing every detail. Let

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me look at you, just in case, in case what.

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Instead of answering, he shows me his mouth, replacing his hand,

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drawing out new waves of pleasure. My fingers tangle in

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his hair as sensation builds again. The news can wait,

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The danger can wait. Right now, there's only this, his touch,

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my response, our bodies creating something genuine in a world

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of forgeries. Until my laptop chimes with a breaking news alert.

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The news footage shows Marcus being escorted from prison, not

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in handcuffs, but in a suit, free, all charges dropped.

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I read Alex's hands still tracing patterns on my skin.

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New evidence suggests extensive, frame up, frame up. His mouth

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pauses at my throat. The only thing Marcus knows better

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than art is how to make evidence disappear. I shift

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in his lap, making him groan or appear. Another text,

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the Rembrandt Midnight Wear, the Gold Dress from Rome. Remember Rome, Olivia,

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before Paris, before Alex. My blood runs cold, Rome, where

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everything really began. You never told me about Rome. Alex's

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fingers tighten on my hips. No, I meet his eyes

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because Rome wasn't about art. What was it about murder?

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His hands still on my skin. The authenticator, the one

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Thomas killed in Berlin. Her sister. I pressed closer, needing

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his heat, teaching me everything I'd need to know to infiltrate,

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to seduce, to destroy them from within. Her name was Sophia.

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My fingers trace Alex's jaw as the truth spills out.

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She taught me about more than just art authentication. She

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taught me how to become someone else, How to make

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them trust me, want me like you did with me

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in Paris. But his hands don't leave my skin. No,

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I kiss him soft and real. Paris wasn't part of

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the plan. You weren't part of the plan. What changed everything?

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I roll my hips, making him gasp. The way you

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taught me about light and shadow, The way you saw

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past every forgery to what was real, The way you

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made me feel. His mouth claims mine, deep and demanding.

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When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with need

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and understanding. Show me. He lifts me onto the desk again,

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Show me what's real Now? This time is different, Slower, deeper,

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every touch carrying the weight of revelation. His hands map

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my body like he's discovering truth in every curve. My

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fingers trace his skin, like I'm finally signing my real

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name to a masterpiece, the Rembrandt. He murmurs against my breast.

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It's a trap, of course, it is, I arch as

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His mouth moves lower. But this time we know who's

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really pulling the strings, do we? Instead of answering, I

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show him exactly who's in control now, who's mastered whom,

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who's creating something? No one else can forge. When pleasure

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finally releases us, we stay connected, my legs wrapped around him,

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his forehead pressed to mine. The gold dress wasn't for Marcus,

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I whisper against his mouth. It was for Sophia's sister,

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the night she taught me my final lesson, which was

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the true masterpieces can't be forged. My fingers trace his chest,

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feeling his heart race. Something have to be created from

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blank canvas like us. My phone buzzes again. A photo

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appears Rome eight years ago, Me in that gold dress,

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Sophia's sister teaching me about more than just art, about seduction,

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about power. They documented everything. Alex's hands tightened possessively from

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the beginning. Not everything I slide from the desk, letting

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him watch as I dress, Not what happened after Paris,

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not why I really left, Tell me better. I hand

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him his shirt. Let me show you tonight at the

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Rembrandt exchange. His smile curves against my neck as he

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helps with my zipper. What are we forging this time? Nothing?

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I turn in his arms. That's the point. For the

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first time, we're creating something original and Marcus, we'll see

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exactly what he expects to see. I check my lipstick

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in the mirror. Two lovers caught in his perfect trap,

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until until he realizes he's caught in hours. The gold

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dress hugs every curve as I dress in my private studio.

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Alex watches from my chaise lounge, his tie still undone,

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looking like every fantasy I'd had in Paris. The Rembrandt's

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already in place, he says, eyes following my movements, the

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real one, not the forgery Marcus expects, and Sophia's fire

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hidden where they've always been. He stands, moving behind me

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to help with my zipper. In plain sight, his fingers

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linger on my skin, making concentration difficult. The gallery vault

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the first place they'll look. His mouth finds my shoulder,

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while the actual evidence sits in the restoration room behind

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your favorite de Ga. Clever boy, I turn in his arms.

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Now we just need the final peace, which is Marcus's confession.

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I let him feel the wire beneath my dress, about Rome,

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about Sophia's sister, about everything, and how do we get that?

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I pull him down for a kiss that makes him

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groan by giving him exactly what he wants, the student

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surrendering to the master while your lover watches helplessly. His

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hands slide under silk exactly. I arch into his touch

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until he reveals the truth about Rome, and then then

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we show him what real artists can create. The drive

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to the gallery is charged with anticipation, his hand on

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my thigh as he drives my fingers, tracing patterns up

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his arm. By the time we arrive, we're both burning

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for different reasons. Marcus waits in the private viewing room.

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The Rembrandt glows on the wall behind him. Beautiful. His

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eyes trace my dress, just like Rome, though he circles

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me slowly. You've lost that innocent quality, that vulnerability. We

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all lose something. I let him move closer. Some of

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us lose sisters. His hand stills on my bare shoulder.

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So you finally figured it out. I knew in Berlin.

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I turned to face him when you had Thomas kill

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the other sister loose ends. His smile is sharp, like

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you were supposed to be, until you surprised me, until

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you started creating your own masterpieces like this. I stepped back,

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letting him see Alex emerge from the shadows, letting him

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see the evidence. We've arranged the files the photos, the truth.

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What follows is chaos and beauty and justice. Federal agents

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appearing like figures stepping out of a painting, Marcus's confession

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echoing off marble walls, the truth about Rome, about Sophia's sisters,

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about everything, finally coming to light. Later in my studio,

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Alex's hands peel the gold dress from my skin. No

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more performance, he murmurs, against my throat, No more forgeries,

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I agree, working his tie loose, just us, just us.

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His mouth finds mine as we create something entirely new,

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something real, something that could never be forged or copied

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or stolen. Dawn finds us tangled in sheets that smell

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of paint and passion and possibility. Outside the city awakens

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like a fresh canvas, ready to create something original. He

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traces my spine as I stretch against him with you,

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I smile against his mouth always. The morning light catches

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the ring he slides onto my finger, not diamond, but

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a perfect copy of his mother's antique sapphire. One last forgery.

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I raise an eyebrow. No, he kisses me, deep and sure.

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This one's real. And in a world of perfect fakes

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and flawless forgeries, we finally created the one thing that

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can never be duplicated. The Truth.

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