Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

he asked, with a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Nina, sir," I replied, the irony of using my real name not lost on me. "Nina Salvatore." For a moment, there was silence. Then he spoke again, but this time, his voice was softer, like the one I was used to. "Nina?” You remind me of someone I once knew."

His face becomes sallow and stretched. I’m no longer a ten-year-old girl. And the pain. Oh God, the pain. It hurts so much. "None of this is real,” I whisper as realization hits me. “You died.” And then a worse realization hits me. "You’re not my real father," I whisper. "You never were. I am Camila Yannickevna... And I can't change that." Hot tears roll from my eyes even as I try to stop them from falling.

Because we’d just realized something— We’d been fighting the wrong enemy. And the real one? Was already inside.

met its ultimate crisis. "If she's the real one..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "Then who am I?”

Jamal saw it— and something in him hardened. “You can’t prove it,” he said. “Because you don’t believe it yourself.” “That’s not true.” “Then say it.” “Say what?” “Say you’re real.” I swallowed. “I’m real.” “Louder.” “I’m real!” “Again.” “I’M REAL!” He stared at me. “Say it like you mean it.” I stepped closer until my face was inches from his. “I. Am. Real.” His expression changed—

Grace shoved me hard. I stumbled backward and slammed into the coffee table. Glass shattered everywhere. Ethan stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Grace, his gaze as cold as ice when he looked at me. "You're still lying? Grace said her father is fine. You're just trying to run away." "Ethan!" I stared at him in disbelief. "We're fated mates, and you still won't even believe me?" "Mates?" Grace scoffed. "A Rogue doesn't deserve to be Ethan's mate. Today I'm going to teach this fraud a lesson she won't forget!"

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

Like part of him had expected that answer right from the start. Except that wasn’t my answer. "I wasn’t finished,” I said quickly, placing my hand on his cheek. “I don't want you to be my second, because I want you to be my first. All parts of you, if possible. You're right, there’s no way for me to ever know who's 'real' and who's not. Maybe it’s all of you and maybe it’s none of you. That doesn't matter though. You’re all real to me. And I want to give you all a chance."

"I cannot believe that I own that body. I cannot believe that your soul is connected to mine in a way that a simple tie is already strong enough to put us together." I went to the table where the cosmetics are placed. I pull the chair, sat down on it and looked at my own reflection. What have I done? What Am I doing? Is this is cheating? My memory is back and I should be happy about it. I got my truth. Kyro is the man that I love. Uno lied to me. Uno is manipulating me.

“God help me, but yeah.” The thorns in my chest unlatched, still I can't bear to let my guard down. My brows knit. Real? Was this...still real?