Anastasia Imposter Novels & Stories

She asked me as I shrugged my shoulders. “So what’s going to happen?” She asked me as I pursed my lips together. “She wants me to take Eleanor’s place tomorrow” I said to her and she widened her eyes. “How? Do you think the man will accept? You will go as a substitute? I can’t believe his” She said sitting back, “Not substitute. More like an imposter” I said to her as she widened her eyes. “You wouldn’t...” “I know. I also told her there was no way I can pretended to be someone else” I explained to her as she held my hands.

Professional. Her hands went still on the keyboard. She closed the laptop lid. Sat in the dark. This wasn't Damien. This felt nothing like Damien, everything about him tonight had been direct, deliberate, in person. This was someone who worked from a distance. Someone who wanted her afraid without having to look at her while she was afraid. She thought about the woman in red. The slow toast. The inventory eyes. She opened the laptop again and typed the name into the search bar: “Seraphina Langford.”

A cold, mirthless smile crept across Anastasia's face as she reached out to close her door. "How long could an impostor maintain the facade of the Young family's esteemed daughter?" she wondered. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. "The higher you climb, the harder you'll fall…" Returning to her bed, Anastasia found sleep elusive. Troubling dreams plagued her throughout the night. She saw the real Harriette—sometimes cold and distant like in their childhood, sometimes apologetic, uttering a soft "I'm sorry". However, the dream soon turned dark as the true Harriette transformed into the imposter, tearing off her disguise to reveal Kelly's menacing face.

"Mrs. Fraser is already here, and you still dare pretend to be some rich heir? Logan, just because your last name is Fraser doesn't mean nobody will expose you!" The blow left me dizzy and disoriented. I saw my mother turn her head away and cover her nose in disgust through my blurry vision. "Who's this filthy beggar? How dare he impersonate my child!" Lucia kicked me to the ground the second my mother refused to acknowledge me, forcing me to collapse facedown in the dirt. Then, she hurried over to my mother like a well-trained dog begging for treats. "Mrs. Fraser, Logan has been pretending to be the Fraser heir."

Anastasia was very nervous and shocked inside, but she kept her expression straight and asked in a normal voice, "Who do you want? Who did you come to?" Seeing her speaking in a normal voice, Anthar frowned and looked at her. He thought that the girl would be surprised and scared by his arrival. Seeing the girl behaving normally, he smiled coldly and said, "Are you pretending not to know me? If you are pretending, then you have completely failed because you are a bad actress. How could you forget the person whom you interviewed a while ago? " Arthur said contemptuously. In response to his words, Anastasia laughed bitterly and said, "I meet thousands of people every day. I can't remember the

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.

"I guess you have to sit down first.” With a gulp, I followed her advice and watched as she sat down across from me. My heart raced as I braced myself for what she had to say. "Tell me everything,” I asked, desperate for an answer. “First let me begin by saying your suspicion was true all along. Alexandria was pretending to be you and she managed to deceive everyone around her. Luckily, Mr. Valentino found out she's an Impostor rather quickly. However," Samantha paused. “What.” I gasped, unable to take the suspense. “Telle the bad news.”

After a seconds, she put on a fake smile on her face and says, "I don't think that matters to you anyway, Miss. So, it's better we don't cross each other's path till the time we are here, considering the fact that our last meet up didn't end on a good note." Anastasia said with all the self control that she had while maintaining the professional face with a lot of difficulty. She was trying her best to not put any bitch face on. "Now, if you will excuse me." She said with one last fake smile and turned around.

Aunt Funda again narrowed her eyes at the letter as if accusing it. “It’s… influenced you.” “Like what?” Maddie scuffs and crosses her arms. “That Empress Anastasia is cheery? She smiles more?” “Gasp. Oh no!” And Maddie throws up a hand as if in terror. “Please, no- Ana’s acting like her age for once!” And Maddie makes pretend to faint. She flutters her eyes as she swoons. “She’s acting like a child for once- the humanity.” “Maddie-” I can’t help but giggle. She is too much again.

CHAPTER FOUR: Anastasia's POV: No way. He… he couldn't know, right? I've never even met the guy before now, everything I knew about him was from the media. Deny it! My brain screams at me. I make myself smile, bowing a little. “Forgive me your highness, but I do not understand your words.” Thank the goddess I could still remember how to speak like a high-born unlike how I forgot my last name.