Another Cinderella Story Tell Me Something I Don't Know Novels & Stories

Most of them, if not all, had a dark version of the truth. Like the infamous rumor about Cinderella. She never met an old fairy godmother. She was a crazy traumatized teenager and all that happened was in her head. There were no glass shoes, there was no beautiful dress that she wore to the kingdom. She never met the prince, never. The princes didn't search for a young lady who wore the finest gown and the glass slippers. The prince married one of her cruel stepsisters. All in her crazy head. Fantasy is suffering in disguise. It makes us want to dream of things that we know, will not happen in real life.

What does that… mean. Allen remembered some things after she recounted the tale. He indeed could remember something. He remembered hearing about a good-mannered woman from other people and them going to a house that was less good in its appearance than his and asking for the hand of a woman in marriage. This was indeed the lady that appeared in his images. That….was something to remember. He remembered nothing except that some kind of tragedy, what tragedy it was, was unknown to him. It had struck the family of this woman. He could not remember if he had married her then or not.

Just instantly, I hated the little prick of nerves I got in my stomach from staring at the content of the file. “A one-year contract to pretend to be his mother?” I read through gritted teeth as I leaned forward. Knowing such matters weren’t meant to be heard by another. “How Is that even possible?” I shot at him. Wondering where all of this was coming from. “What would people say?” “That I'm just some college student who found a way miraculously into the ——” I continued, but then was cut off by Lucas’s fingers midway in the air as he stared at me.

“You left him because you were angry? Is that it? Couples fight all the time Bella, you don’t just storm off.” I snapped. “Dad!” I screamed. “He used me as a wager! He sold me for a few plots of land. They were playing a game yesterday. And the winner was his friend, his friend took me home. Dad, if his friend wanted to do more then I would, I might’ve had to sleep with another man. And then— “Bella, you—” Aiden’s voice came from behind me, quiet but present. He clearly didn’t think I would spill everything to my father.

She didn’t quite understand. “I really can’t remember, Jake. Are you joking? How can it be the year 2020?” “You can ask everyone around you. Look at the newspapers, the programmes on TV, or do a web search. It’s pointless for me to lie to you.” “Am I… really married to you, Jake?” “Do you want to see our wedding certificate? Why would you not trust me, after all this?” “I can’t remember, Jake!” she hollered, holding both sides of her temples with both hands. “Just give me an explanation, why all I remember is falling from the stairs and your wedding invitations with Yuna Kim!”

she confessed recalling everything that happened in the first meeting of them. "I hate cinderella stories. As I didn't believe in them. I hate being called as a Cinderella" she stopped and looked at Sandy. "But today. I feel like fairy tales surely exist. And the best example is standing in front of you" she spoke lowering her eyes. "Who first fell in love?" A girl asked her. Annie looked at Sandy. "It was me" that was news to Sandy. He couldn't even blink the while. "I have never told this to even him. So I would like to tell him now in detail how and when I fell for him" she spoke walking towards sandy.

Who are they to judge her like that? "Which university did you graduate from?" Another person asked. "I don't... I don't go to school." Vivian blinked, her eyes focused on the floor. She listened to them gasp and allowed her to look up, they watched her frown angrily. "You do not go to school?" The woman held the teacup, questioningly as if she hadn't confirmed it. "Yes." "Oh my... poor Jaime. How did he marry someone with no education?" “I think your nephew should have married President Evans' daughter.” A woman turned to Mrs. Caily. "What's happening?"

Her name matched the initials that were engraved on the necklace. He step mother ensured the guards that they were making a mistake. She even scolded Mary for telling the lies to the guards if the prince. The guards took her picture and took it to the prince. The prince was thrilled he had finally found his dream girl. She was invited to a dinner at the palace.

“One day, the prince looked out his window and fell in love with a peasant girl. He saw her watching the sun set over the palace wall and lost his heart to her smile. Everyday he watched her, falling ever more in love with her. He knew it could never be, but he had to meet her. So, he pretended to be a commoner and snuck out to at least learn her name. “She was everything he wanted in a woman. Smart, funny, beautiful, and kind. She treated him as an equal, rather than a prince because she didn’t know who he was. Despite his best efforts, he lost his heart. When he confessed his love to her, he found that she loved him back. For a moment, they were happy.

“Did you really sneak out of this house to the party two days ago?” I backed away from her. My feet were bleeding. Blood dripped everywhere I stepped. “No, no, I don’t…” “Oh my God, she totally did. You were the strange girl he danced with. Everyone was talking about you. It was you,” Cindy erupted wildly. She was angry and jealous. Lizzy eyed me devilishly. “I think I’ve given you a lot of free rein. You don’t know your place anymore. To think that you would sneak into high society. A filthy nobody like you parading yourself among the wealthy? Who the hell do you think you are?”