Cinderella's Real Name Novels & Stories

Besides, I was starting to like Leanna anyway. Despite my father's fondness for Leanna, my Mom seemed to feel the opposite because my old woman fancy Gav the other way around. I could still remember how my Mom used to tease me to court the youngest daughter of Mr. Dela Garza because she wants her to be her daughter-in-law. I saw the disappointment in my mother's eyes when I told her I was dating Leanna. "I thought the real daughter was the one you were fond of, son? What's her name? Gavriella? Such a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady," my Mom commented.

⁰ It was only after I heard her voice, I quickly snapped out of my frozen state. I placed my hands in my pocket and slowly walked over to where she stood. “I am not him, my name is Tyson Legolas.” She raised a brow at once. “The Duke of Cadenza?” Does she know me? Right, she must have heard my name but not seen me before. “Well, you're right. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss….” I trailed off as I stretched out my hands towards her.

That’s when we decided to put our plan into action. However, my heart is heavy. I know that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that our happiness was built on someone’s grave… or rather grew in another woman’s womb and then snatched away from her…therefore Cara…woman to woman…take my advice and run!!! Don’t look back!!! Xander can be a very dangerous man and he would not spare you to escape with this truth, so don’t look back, don’t stop for a second…just pack up your belongings and disappear… P.S… the divorcé papers were fake. Xander is still a married man, a happily married man. My beloved husband…

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

She didn’t even have to speak for me to know this was all her doing. How is this happening to me? I thought bitterly. She stole everything — my bracelet which should have symbolized my identity, my peace, and now I am cleaning the floor she walks on. ‘What could be more than this?’ I thought to myself. “Should we start calling her Cinderella?” someone shouted, laughter rising. “Cinderella at least got a prince,” another voice chimed in. “I heard she tried to put out for Liam Vuitton, and he won’t touch her with a ten-foot pole now!”

"I pay you to dig up things. If you didn't turn up anything, okay. That's okay. But for goodness' sake, don't just stand there making muck." I'm serious," he said, twitching lips. "That's the joke. I'm not lying. Yuyu Roman—the girl you imagine you know, the one employed at Creed X Technologies—never existed. She's a fake identity. A creative cover story. And the person who concocted it? Genius-level work. Clean, subtle. Almost invisible to the system. I narrowed my eyes at him, my stomach lurching with a combination of fear and incredulity. "If she doesn't exist, then who the devil have I been speaking to, Zed? Am I crazy?"

I hoped for all their lives, they could sleep as much as they wished, whenever and wherever they wanted. "All right. If Sleeping Beauty is awake now, maybe she can be persuaded to shower together?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't call me that. I'm so not a Sleeping Beauty." "Then my Cinderella." He grinned as he lifted me up from the bed and carried me to the master bathroom. "My lovely Cinderella who I found all on my own." "With my scent, that you remembered. Because I found you first." I reached up and tweaked his nose. "Fine. I'm afraid of what other princess names you're going to call me. Cinderella isn't too bad, all things considered."

She yelled in pain trying to convince everyone in the room. “I could only do that if I have the power of the queen, as oi have said I also have the unseelies all under us, just as it is always supposed to be right princess Tatiana?” she called her name and she looked at her with so much fear. “Or is it Sandra, yes I hear your concerns everyone and I want to reveal to you who this woman is exactly”, she said and twisted her hands, and Sandra’s true face was unveiled. Everyone was shocked including Magdalene.

The name “Erella.” This is Cinderella. Sandy’s heart dropped to her stomach. You’ve got to be kidding me. She remembered this story vividly. She used to hate it as a child. The main heroine—kind, gentle, endlessly forgiving—had always driven her crazy. While other girls dreamed of glass slippers and fairy godmothers, Sandy rolled her eyes. “If someone treated me like that,” she’d once told her sister, “I’d throw the slipper at their face, not wear it to a royal ball.”

The housemaid turned to see a girl wearing a red hood. “It would be a pity to ruin that beautiful dress…” the other girl spoke. “You should ruin its wearer, instead… ah, wrong.” She muttered and covered her mouth. “Who are you?” the housemaid asked as she looked at the other girl suspiciously. “My name is Snow White.” The other girl answered. “And you?” she asked back. “Cinderella.” The housemaid answered. “Where do you live?” she asked. “I have no home, as I ran away from my home.” Snow White answered.