An Impossible Impostor Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I will uncover the truth. And when I do—I’ll rip your head off myself.” He storms away, choosing the stairs, vanishing like a storm cloud down the hall. I slide down the wall, gasping, shaking, trying to catch my breath. That wasn’t Theo. Not my Theo. But maybe my Theo doesn’t exist anymore. I force myself to stand. I wipe my face with my hands, smearing the tears into my skin like it’s paint. No more crying. No more weakness. And then I see her. The impostor. Leaning casually against her doorframe, arms crossed, a smug little smile playing on her lips like this is all some damn game to her.

Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the

“Why all the questions?” Why? I gave a small, humorless laugh. I preferred to tell him the truth, so I did. “Well, in that case…” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I found the impostor.” His brows lifted slightly, but there was no real surprise. If anything, his expression was more… resigned. As if he’d been waiting for this moment. “I found her,” I continued, voice calm and deliberate.. “But before I could make her pay, I wanted to know the complete story.”

“Not lies, fox. These are records. Every name she could have been. Every grave she almost occupied.” He glared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and whispered. “She’s alive.” The imposter ran her finger over the last passport, tapping on the red stamp as she responded, “For now.” Camela’s distant cries echoed faintly, trapped somewhere beyond the line of people that didn't move. The imposter stood tall again, her eyes glowing faintly red as she adjusted her dress. “Welcome to the crossing. No one leaves without papers. And every paper costs a soul.”

With a great roar the weapon Frederick called Forge descended upon the imposter! "Please! Wait! I know where-" the imposter pleaded, trying to trade information for her life. In her fear she had forgotten that this wasn't her real body, and she wouldn't truly die. Yes, her soul would be injured, but it wouldn't be enough to kill her. "Silence! It's too late to plead. Your sins are unpardonable!" Frederick seethed, not stopping his hammer. As that large shadow fell upon her, the Imposter heard Frederick declare,

The imposter said, “You don’t need to worry about that. All you need to know is that you’ll die today!” Immediately after, several gleaming crystals appeared in his hand as he waved. The crystals were seemingly self-conscious, embedding themselves into the surroundings. Swish, swish, swish! Adrian instantly noticed the change in the air. He quickly realized what was happening and said, “You isolated me with a barrier. That’s quite a trick.” The imposter sneered. “That’s right, it is a barrier, and a special one, too. It won’t break until you die.”

His eyes were cold and didn't show any emotion. I left the room with a blank mind and confused by his actions. 'He's handsome, but arrogant. He doesn't even give his wife time. If I get married? I'll make sure that my husband won't be like him.' *** A few weeks later, everything went well. As time went on, I felt like I was forgetting who I was or who Lara was. I was slowly starting to feel like I was becoming Claire. Light started to fill the surroundings, and morning arrived. I slowly opened my eyes when the rays of light hit me. I slowly got up, looked around, and felt empty. I'm still here. Another day of pretentiousness. Being an impostor is not easy.

The kind of voice that was accustomed to rooms going quiet for it. She’d spent twelve hours preparing for this moment and had planned, vaguely, to give a fake name. Something forgettable. Something that would let her gather more before committing to anything. “Rhodes,” she said instead. “Liora Rhodes.” It landed the way she’d half-intended. She watched his face. Something moved behind his eyes quick, precise, gone before she could pin a label to it. Recognition. Calculation. Something else underneath both. “Rhodes,” he repeated. Almost to himself. His head tilted slightly, just enough to show he was turning it over. “Unusual name.”

All my effort would be in vain anyway, so why bother? I chuckled coldly and replied with a huff, "What? Trying to get me to act like Selena again? Did you want me to learn to be as ungrateful as her? Or learn how to be an impostor like she is? "She's just an orphan. What is there for me to mimic about her? Justin Bloomberg, did you really think that you'd still be able to fool everyone with your pathetic act?" When the guests saw that Justin was on Selena's side, they started rallying behind him.

DANTE'S POV: “Wait!....I object to this wedding”. I said as I entered the venue where Tracy was about to get married to an imposter. “What's going on here?”. Tracy asked in confusion. “Here is the real Jacob. The one with you is an imposter”. I said with my index finger pointing towards the fake Jacob. “That's a lie, how can you call me an imposter just like that?”. The fake Jacob asked. “Because you are an imposter”. I replied.