Scarlett gets arrested

-Scarlett.

-Hmmm...

Scarlett Johansson moaned. She didn't appreciate being waken up. The past few weeks had been exhausting, and she had decided to spend a couple of weeks in her villa with her fiance.

-Scarlett !

She sighed and finally opened her eyes, before straightening up on her bed, her nice breasts hanging freely as the blanket was slipping from her upper body.

-There are five police cars in front of the house.

Scarlett looked at Colin in confusion. What was he talking about.

-What?

-I don't know what's going on. And there's a crowd of journalist in front of the porch.

The actress frowned. Something was wrong. Maybe they were all there for another house. She quickly put a t-shirt on and got up, heading towards the first floor. She froze when she arrived in the kitchen. On the table, there was a bag full of money, as well as a gun. Without her knowing, her clone had paid her a visit while she was asleep, to give the police even more evidence. Scarlett looked in disbelief, grabbing the bag, thousands of dollars falling on the ground. It was only a small part of the money that had been stolen, but enough to incriminate the actress.

-What the hell is going o...

Before she could finish, she heard the front door break, as a complete SWAT team stormed inside of her villa.

-Freeze ! Mrs Johansson, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you might say can be held against you.

-Wait, it's a setup, I don't own this gun or this...aaah.

One of the guys storming her house pushed Scarlett on the ground, causing her to fall on her stomach. He twisted her arms behind her back, causing her to scream in pain.

-You're hurting me ! I didn't do anything.

-Tell that to your lawyer. There are dozens of witnesses ready to testify against you.

Scarlett was too stunned to fight back. She heard the handcuffs close around her wrists. A moment later, the SWAT team was pushing her outside of the house, towards their van. Scarlett could only sheepishly follow them, blinded by the flashs of the dozens of papparazi who weren't missing anything of the scene.

Not far from there, in an abandoned house, Scarlett's clone was following every bit of all this with her binoculars. Everything was going according to her plan. Soon, this privileged woman who had known nothing but luxury and comfort for the past years would know what suffering meant. She had already bribed all the people she needed to bribe to make sure her time in prison would be unforgettable. In a couple weeks, she would be able to follow all her misadventures from her pacific island. The doppelganger started laughing, her voice oozing pure evil, while she was imagining her victim's new life.