Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

And in that moment, I knew. I had been living a lie. The real Mrs. Brennan wasn’t me. She was a woman I had never even met. I wasn’t the wife everyone knew. I wasn’t the woman standing beside Adrian in this company, in his life. I wasn’t anyone. I was just… no one.

But no, they could not be, for they were too good to be real, and I was in the middle of paying my karma. "It is just a dream, Hazel," I whispered to myself. "He is not real. Go back to sleep." Closing my eyes, I tried to rock myself back to a peaceful slumber. This was such a blessing from God to us to be able to sleep without a worry in the world, without a weight weighing you down to your knees and without a fear keeping you up at nights, and I was grateful for this. "No, love. It is not a dream. I am real."

And I realized that no matter what everyone else said, I couldn’t shake the truth. My fight wasn’t over, not by a long shot.

But I needed to tell Alejandro that the woman he wasted was a human I treasure because she was my mate. "You're the fake! I'm the real one!!!" As I added, I held Hirre's hand and yelled again. "Wake up bro! She's mine. I'm her real mate!"

the couple inquired in unison. "The Serena I was with now was a fake," I explained, the weight of the deception heavy in my words. "She was not the one I met during the mating ritual. I'm still trying to find out what she and her mother did to the real Serena."

It seemed that the song was on replay since it started from the beginning again. ♫ I woke up pissed off today and lately, everyone feels fake, somewhere I lost a piece of me, smoking cigarettes on balconies ♫ Just when I finally found my peace, one guy shouted, “Did you see that? I’ve told you I could do it with one hand!” I turned to my right and saw a bunch of guys and girls were semi-naked. What the fück?

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.

I squirmed under his intense gaze and looked down. " Can you please not bring any of those beauticians the last time?. I'll get ready myself, I stated as I looked up at him for a response. He quirked an eyebrow in question but eventually gave a court nod before leaving the room. " Awesome kids, very smart and brilliant, even under my disguise he could relate to me in a way... These are indeed my blood, though not gotten through the right way, they're still mine and wouldn't let Jeffrey or whoever take them from me" , Kelvin muttered to himself while he walked out of the room.

Past the wild dream we had written as a joke at the bottom of the plan and never expected to touch. "Is this real?" I asked. "I ran it three times. It's real." The room went loud around me, people on their feet, someone clapping, and for one second I forgot every hard thing in my life and just stood there in the middle of something I had built with my own hands. I had done this. Me. The woman who was called a placeholder. A dried-up little thing in a pretty dress. ‘Look at me now.’ My phone buzzed. One line, from him.

Which one was real? "I never wanted to be a spy. I was never pretending to be anyone else with you" She slowly stood despite the restraints around her wrists. "Everything after the Luna Selection..." Her voice softened "...that was real. What I feel for you is real Rafael" Fresh tears streamed down her face.