Novel & Cerita Anastasia Imposter

When I was turning my back in fear when they called me and I was pushed by someone. A bright light fell on me, I stumbled over my feet, quickly regaining my composure without falling to the ground, I looked at what looked like a bar. Even with some tables spread around, men of great power, I even recognized an imposing lawyer who had already appeared on television. - Now, introducing, Anastasia is a 22-year-old Turkish girl. All this was happening while the man started talking as I passed behind him. from him. He showed me, with me parading, while the other men were watching that series of other women.

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.

This was enough to made my blood boil for him. Sighing, I concentrated on my own make-up, hearing little commotion behind as the girls surrounded and greeted Anastasia like a bee. They all gave her different compliments as if she was some goddess, descending on the land of humans. " Thanks Guys! It's nothing much really! I just work hard!", Anastasia muttered, giving her fake smile. Then she walked next to me, occupying the very next spot beside me. She kept her momentum arrogant as if she was upset with the fact that I didn't give her attention like others did. When I took a glance away from her, she started speaking to the next girl again. I heard her cheesy comment,

“Okay, thank you. Take care of your health; don't report to work tomorrow if you are still not well.” “Thank you, madam; have a nice day,” Simona said, and Anastasia ended the call. Anastasia sighed, clutching the phone to her chest. She had thought of Adrian looking for her; that is why, after calling Diana to come get her back at the hotel, she called Simona and asked her to say something to Adrian in case he came looking for her. “Oh, Adrian, it was fun while it lasted; I don't regret loving you and giving you my first. But I hope we never cross paths again. I'm Anastasia Moore now. The Simona you knew never existed,” Anastasia whispered and got out of bed still feeling sore.

“If she’s been acting like a sweet, caring woman to you, I’m afraid it’s an act to get what she wants. That’s what Anastasia is all about. She’s selfish and callous.” I feel Aisla brush against my shoulder as she steps forward. “It’s true. She has always just… been this way.” Anastasia glares at me and Aisla with horror in her eyes. She opens her mouth, but for the first time in her life, she says nothing. She can’t exactly argue with the truth, and I think she knows it, though I can see the wheels spinning as she tries to come up with yet another lie.

But that's fucked up, right? I shouldn't have said anything. So I start backtracking. "What? I don’t want to fuck you. I am NOT into you at all," I lie, probably very poorly. Anastasia is giving me a flat look, "I'm really not. You—you're like, so conceited. What, do you think every man wants you just because... because you... because you look like that?"

Anastasia’s smirk faded, replaced by something else—uncertainty. “You're hurting me,” Anastasia cried, struggling to break free from his grip. Instead of letting her go, Caesar only tightened his hold, causing her to yelp in pain. His voice was cold, laced with an unspoken threat. "If you don't start talking..." He let the words hang in the air, heavy with menace. “Alright! Fine!” She snapped, struggling against him. “I disguised myself. The guards thought I was your stupid secretary, Sarah!” Caesar immediately released her, his expression turning to one of unfiltered disgust. “Get out. If you ever come back here again...” His voice hardened, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

a girl beckoned as she held him by the arm and kissed him passionately. "Yes indeed..." He moaned and licked his lips. "Sir'e the rooms are ready" a skeleton dressed as a waitress called from the stairs. She was shivering with fear also, as the troops marched towards the stairs. Anastasia wrapped her head with a towel. It was wet. She placed her phone on a template, she was back to her daily update on the internet of using someone's profile as hers. She glanced at her followers it was now a million. She chuckled at her mischievous act.

When my gaze along side several others fixed on Benedicta, she already had on a fake remorseful expression. "I'm so sorry, Anita. It was a mistake and I didn't mean to do this to you. I am really sorry." She said, using her hand to brush off the stains on my dress, meanwhile purposely smearing it even more. The stupid bitch! Then subtly again, she leaned in and whispered beside my ear, only loud enough for me to hear. "Hey, orphan. I'm not really sorry, you know. The white dress seemed too blinding and too plain, so I thought it would look better with a little coloring. Now, take a look. What do you think? It's just...perfect, right?" She leaned back and smirked subtly at me.

I turned away quickly. “You aren’t going to find evidence. It’s my word over Anastasia. You already said you knew I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t and I didn’t. There’s a monster out there, a bigger problem,” I repeated in monotone. I was tired of repeating the same message. Anastasia burst out in dramatic tears, pretending to be in so much more pain. “I can’t believe you don’t believe me! Why would I lie? She hurt me!” Anastasia whined. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.