Cinderella's Real Name Novels & Stories

Caldwell, my presence was required. The day before, Vivian Caldwell had Mrs. Zhou deliver a dress—a dull, conservative gown, clearly chosen so I wouldn’t outshine anyone. I looked at the gown and, instead of meekly accepting as before, I said calmly, “Tell Mother, I already have a dress.” Surprise and disdain flashed across Mrs. Zhou’s eyes, as if she thought I was bluffing. I gave no explanation. On the night of the banquet, I descended the staircase in a black velvet slip gown I had found in a forgotten corner of the wardrobe—likely bought long ago by Ethan Caldwell and then forgotten. I heard sharp intakes of breath around me.

"But after that, things got worse and worse. She started spreading rumors and framing Fiona. I was deceived too." He motioned for one of the household maids to step forward. The woman trembled as she revealed everything in one breath—how Lily ordered her to hide items in my room, how she helped fabricate evidence, and all the other schemes she'd been instructed to carry out. "I didn't want to do it!" The maid broke down crying. "But Miss Lily said she was the real heiress of this family. She said she'd fire me if I didn't listen to her!" Lily shook her head frantically.

“No rush. If you’re my child, you’re my child. Your father’s been busy lately. We’ll do it at a later date.” She still did not say who, between Yvette and me, was her child. She just referred to us collectively. “But… why me and Yvette?” Perhaps my pressure was just right. She was getting drowsy. Her reply came in fragments, “Child… birthday… right…” Her head tilted, and she fell asleep against the couch. I slowly withdrew my hands, frowning as I thought it over. Birthday? Could it be that our shared birthday was the key to determining who the real heiress was?

“I figured if I wanted to go as the most frightening thing possible, I should go as you.” A grin lit my face. I loved how so politely rude he was with her. Peeking around the corner, I barely made out Lana’s blank expression through the doorway and over Ezra’s shoulder before he added, “I’m Maleficent. You know, powerful evil queen from Sleeping Beauty.”

said a sweet voice. She tried to open her eyes to see whoever it was. She saw a beautiful woman in a white long dress with a wreath of beautiful flowers in her head. "A-are y-you... " she asked stuttering can barely speak. "... a diwata!" she answered and smiled sweetly. "D-diwata?" she asked almost a whisper. "Yes, I am the Queen of fairies," still giving her the sweetest smile. Andrea just smiled at her and closed her eyes. She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds.

I kept placing this on a stupid thing of the destiny. “I am afraid it isn’t, Miss Rebecca. He really is Dominic Stone, the actor. And I am saying this because he is actually my friend, so we have no reason to lie to you” “Right, and I’m Cinderella!” I burst out, changing my position in bed. I just could not believe that the great actor saved me from my death. Again, I was laughing, but this time not so loud. “I would really like to believe you, but in what mind does it fit that the great actor Dominic Stone saved an ordinary woman like me?”

He was a two-timing scumbag. Because she was angry, Ella was upset enough to have a little fun at his expense. “Did she disappear before midnight then? Otherwise, you would know what she looked like.” Directing her question to Stephen, still not looking at Nick. “Yes, she left just before.” “Then you have yourself a real life Cinderella, then, don’t you?” Ella saw both their shocked faces as she said this. “Are you even sure her name was Cindy? I mean, Stephen, no one may go to the ball without an invitation, right? Maybe she didn’t want you to know who she was.”

She raised her hand and slapped Sienna again, screaming, "Look at the mess you've gotten us into the moment you came back! Apologize to Ms. York right now and beg for her forgiveness!" Sienna was utterly flabbergasted. She pressed her hands to her swollen cheeks before pointing at me and letting out a disbelieving shriek. "What did you say? Ms. York? Isn't she the fake heiress who stole my identity? Why are you calling her 'Ms. York'?" Brandon was also at a loss. He shot a bewildered look at me before directing his attention to the woman who had arrived with Molly. His entire worldview seemed to reconstruct itself at that moment.

Sienna turned and came face-to-face with a tall woman in red satin, perfectly sculpted features, and cruel eyes. “I’m Cassandra,” the woman said, tilting her head. “Old… friend of Damien’s.” Sienna smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her gown, then back to her face. “You clean up well—for a maid’s daughter.” The glass in Sienna’s hand trembled. But she didn’t speak. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You think people around here don’t talk? Everyone knows your little Cinderella story. Only problem is, in real life, the prince doesn't love the maid.”

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.