Anastasia Imposter Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: Mysterious Vishiea’s POV I pretended as if I was shocked and looked at him. “Your majesty, I believe we have resolved that issue. I am not Vishiea, but Anastasia. It’s quite disheartening that you have mistaken me for someone else.” This is funny. I’m starting to love his confused look. I’m aware that they will eventually discover the truth, but for now, I can’t resist toying with their emotions.

Gulping down to catch my breathe, I said —adjusting my tie properly, "She's a snake. That girl is the one who lured me into her web of seduction and stole from me! It was all her doing!" "And you expect me to think you're the victim because a mere lady like Anastasia, tackled you down, shot your leg, and stole an important substance you were meant to protect? Rubbish," He mocked, doubting my words. "You expect me to think someone like Anastasia, had the mind to trick a wolf like you... A horny, good-for-nothing man who dumped and tarnished her image before his people— you're saying she had the mind to walk up to you and set you up all by herself, despite all your strength? Nah, Damian. That'

" Does Anastasia know about the deal you made with Igor?" A bitter taste filled my mouth, I had almost forgotten about the deal I made with Igor two years ago, before I could respond, the indicator in my pocket started blinking, I planted it in Camilla's quarters, if anyone apart from her nurse tried to enter, it would give me an alarm. I looked into the security camera and my expression changed when I saw Anastasia entering Camilla's bedroom. Fuck! I needed to rush home. ANASTASIA Despite my earlier bravado, I didn't get Stefano's approval before coming here, when I told him I was going to impersonate Merida, he was totally against it, he didn't want me getting close to Camilla and for some

"Yeah, thanks for that by the way. Now I've got another secret to keep. And you never told me how your new girlfriend fits into all this." "Oh trust me, it gets much worse if you know about her." "Yeah ok. Just forget I asked. What else do you want from me?" I guess that's his way of asking if I'm finished with our conversation. I answer by hanging up on him. I continue to stand outside as my mind reels with the new information I've been given. Anastasia Clarence. I suppose that's why she almost choked when she gave the name Analise Gillman . Her real name is Anastasia. Don't they give people new identities when they're in witness protection? Maybe that's why she fed me such an obvious lie.

And I, the careful architect of my own survival, was caught completely off guard. Anastasia, bless her seemingly innocent heart, was oblivious to the elaborate charade I’d constructed. Titan the dancer was me, Tristan the struggling surgeon student who needed to pay the bills somehow. My carefully crafted persona was a shield, a financial necessity in a world that demanded appearances. Anastasia, sharp as she was, seemed to sense my swift internal collapse. Her bright, inquisitive eyes narrowed on me. "Wait," she said, her voice laced with surprise. "You went pale all of a sudden? You act more affected than I expected a stranger to respond to that kind of gossip."

Well, if she wasn’t such a conniving bitch, maybe she too would have what Denali and Rosco have, but villainous women like us didn’t deserve that sort of thing. “You claimed you had information I needed.” I continue, remaining calm. “But I am curious; how do you know what is happening behind the closed doors of Emerald Moon?” As I speak, I can see worry flash in Anastasia’s eyes, but as quickly as it is there, it disappears, and her fake, nice mask is back. Man, this girl truly was easy to read. “I have my ways.” She shrugs just as the men return. “Sorry,” one says, passing me my drink. “The bar tender was telling me a funny story, so it took longer than expected.”

"You have no talent, Anastasia. You can't ride on your father's coattails forever. The real world is cruel. Here, you can’t just screech like a princess and make a scene to get what you want. You actually have to work for it! Stop competing with me and embarrassing yourself." Anastasia remained unfazed. She casually waved the plastic file in her hand as her lips curled into a faint smile. "The flies buzz too much." She glanced at the receptionist. "You should really get the pest repellant done. I can't even stand here." With her retort delivered, she turned to leave. But before she could take a step, she heard a voice that made her pause. "Sorry, I got stuck in a meeting. Shall we leave for

Just how? Anastasia couldn't possibly do it. She had to give her brother hope, somehow. Even if it required lying to him. “No, she's not.” She replied, looking out the car window. “I mean, as far as I know, she doesn't vibe with other guys the way she does with you and Yomi.” “How sure are you?” “Ninety-nine point nine percent sure. I can vouch for Idara any day, any time. Trust me.”

She glared at me with wild arrogance. I was speechless. "Did Jackson marry you in your dreams?" "You dare insult me?" Christina's face twisted with rage. She tilted her chin up in disdain. "My husband won't let you get away with this—" I raised my hand and cut her off, "I don't know what your husband will do. But I can tell you this. You pretending to be the wife of the Reed family's heir is fraud, and Jackson will definitely not let it slide!" Watching someone pretend to be a society wife at my expense was a new experience. I almost applauded.