Novel & Cerita Actually I Was The Real One

I quickly denied, snapping out of it. He shrugged, "I know you want me. I want you too, stop fighting this and let's just go back to how we used to be." I sneered, "You've gotta be joking. Are you saying you'll make me your girlfriend when the real one is there?" "You are my real mate not Lea. You just don't understand yet but you are my real girlfriend. That is why everything is still a mystery to me." He blurted out. My heart skipped a beat, what's this again? He is saying I am the real one again? How is that even possible?

I shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered again. But this time, it wasn’t denial. It was realization. A very cold realization. I had been a mistake. And now… He was fixing it.

Like I had outgrown hoping someone else would save me. I curled into myself, my back to the wall. And whispered the truth for the first time: “I have no one left.” Then I closed my eyes and waited for morning.

the one who wasn't pretending, who wasn't caught up in all the lies. The one who was honest and real. But was it real? Or just another act?

My eyes widened as I recalled the image. She…she was lying dead…dead on the floor. Tears poured down when I remembered she called my name before she slept. "No! Mum!" Tears rolled out of my eyes immediately. "You're Camila?" Henry asked unsure and I paused. If…if I'm Camila then…then Henry…Henry is my brother. Realization hit me immediately. We've been committing incest no wonder dad didn't want us together. No, not dad, my fake dad. More tears poured down before I released a loud yell.

"I'm your mate." "My enemy," I said. "That's what you are and always will be." "After everything?" he said. "The days we had?" "Fake days," I said. "I was humiliated remembering. Moaning for you, saying love. While my real self was buried." "Your real self feels the bond," he said. "Fight all you want." "I do feel it," I said. "But my hate is stronger. My heartbreak too. You broke me then fixed me fake."

“You knew I was part of something—some plan, some project—and you still—” He stepped forward. “I knew you were different. Not wrong. Never wrong.” I laughed bitterly. “Not wrong? I was designed, Travis. I was engineered like a lab rat with a pretty smile. Even my name was pre-written before I was born.” My voice cracked. “Am I even real to you?” He looked at me then. Eyes wide. Wet. Breaking. “Kourtney,” he said, voice raw, “you are more real to me than anything in this house.”

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

Real security came only from what one built themselves. This time, no one could take what was mine. From now on, I'd live for myself alone. —The End

I wonder if he knows just how impossible that is, just how far gone the real me is? I look up at him again after looking down at the plank for fear of losing my footing. His blue eyes piercing me with an intensity I haven’t seen from him before. And I start to think. Maybe this is the real me, not my real name, but the real me. I’ve never been aloud to just be me, not before coming here. Maybe I’m not as far away as I think I am.