Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

She froze up like a glitching robot, mouth opening and shutting without making a sound before finally managing to say, “You’re serious?” “Dead.” Silence fell between us. Waiters skittered past, their gazes bouncing between Sophia and me as though they could somehow feel the mess approaching. “Is that it?” She steeled herself, her eyebrows narrowing and skin reddening. “Do you just… What? You suddenly become gay?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not overnight, Sophia. It’s not some phase or game. It’s me. The real me. The one you never cared to see because you were too busy loving what I could give you.”

I said, my voice steady and cold, "you're the one who doesn't belong. I am their real daughter, and you're just… adopted. Remember how you love to say that 'fake can never be real'? Maybe it's time you take your own advice, little sister." For the first time, I saw her face go pale, and her mouth opened slightly in shock. She had nothing to say. I walked past her, feeling a surge of satisfaction. I knew my words had hit hard, and while I doubted she'd give up that easily, it felt good to finally stand up for myself. When I got to the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz were already there, waiting for me. They both looked up, their faces lighting up as they saw me.

Gab held me closer. “Trust me,” he said gently. “Once you say it out loud, you’ll feel a lot better.” I took a deep, shaky breath. My heart pounded against my ribs as I prepared to face the truth. “Gab…” I began, my voice barely a whisper. “The K I’ve been talking to wasn’t the real K.” Gab’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” I looked down at my trembling hands. “I was talking to the wrong person the whole time.”

I went to an engagement party on my father's behalf. It was the engagement party for the daughter of one of his subordinates. As the Don, he couldn't attend himself. But when I arrived, I saw my fiancé, James Morris, proposing to another woman with my engagement ring. James spotted me and quickly pulled me aside, using the crowd to hide us. "So this is your business trip?" Tears burned my eyes. He looked annoyed. "Mina and I are just putting on a show. I'm doing this so I can give you a better life." If it were only a show, why had he left me burning with fever the moment she called? Why had he kissed her at a party while I was losing our baby, then let the photo spread across social media?

I woke up I saw I was in a hospital Where I am Hey Alex u have to stay down for now you need rest,am so stupid I could have pick you up when you call am sorry What happened The police saw you and saw that you are alive and brought you here but the other lady didn't make it Other lady,other lady t__t__the va___am__pire the vampire, vampire are real I saw it Hey Alex are you ok Vampire are real,he say anything his pet

"It’s the one person who knows who you really are." "Who?" He leans in. "Your brother." "The one who died." My heart stops. The screen flickers. The person turns around. It’s me. "Aiden?" "But I’m here," I whisper. "Exactly," Liam says. "Which one of you is real?"

And now, in less than three weeks, it was being reduced to a hobby. Tears pricked my eyes. “I feel like I’m disappearing,” I whispered. “Every day I lose another piece of who I was.” Aiden tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “That’s because the person you were wasn’t the real you,” he said, voice low and certain. “The real you is right here. Collared. Owned. Leaking my cum. This is what you were made for.” He kissed me then — deep, possessive, claiming.

“You told me those babies were ours. Was any of it real? Or was I always the project they designed me to be?” Marcus stepped forward, ignoring the blood running down his face. “It became real. I swear to you it became real. The way you looked at me. The way you touched me. The way you chose me even after you knew the cameras were watching. That was real. That is the only real thing I have left.”

Kill me. “Funny choice of book.” He repeats himself. “You’re everything but invisible.” I stare down at my boots, playing with my toes inside them. “It’s kind of over when the cameras are off.” I whisper. “No one knows who the real me is.” The truth falls out before I can reel it back in.

She pointed at me, about to yell something, but when she saw the men crowding around her, she swallowed her words. Then, she tried to explain herself quickly. "I didn't lie to you guys! Even if Shirley's baby is Mr. Andrus', the one I took was hers and Jamie's! She must've messed with the DNA test—the results are fake!"